Some kilometers away from where Grey's group were located, in a large forest with towering trees, a large number of people could be seen chattering, most of them were in groups of tens and fives, and there were tents sent up around the region.
"When do you think it will be ready?" A young man dressed in purple robes asked the older man standing beside him while licking his lips.
The old man, who also wore purple robes but a more grander attire, looked at the young man in disdain, "What does that have to do with you? The emissary has already been contacted and he should be on his way here. Don't tell you have designs for something the emissary is personally coming to collect?"
