"Why is Azul even interested in that princess? This wasn't in our original objectives," one of the black-robed figures on the upper floor of the hall asked while playing with his dagger.
"That's why you're still a minion, Jake, even after all these years serving in the Communion. You're really an idiot," another black-robed guy beside him said.
"Say that again and this dagger will be stuck in your throat, Desen," Jake threatened.
Desen looked at Jake and shook his head. "Have you ever heard of the Spoken? A class that can change the tide of war with a single word, win the hearts of the masses with a single praise, and convince wrongdoers with a single verdict. It's a very rare class, one that every nation dreams to possess. The number of people with that class can be counted on one hand. And the princess is one of them."
Jake was amazed by Desen's explanation. "Is that class really that great? It sounds like it's been exaggerated."
