When Richard convened the meeting, nearly a hundred of his subordinates, each a saint, grand mage, or accomplished general, had gathered in the command centre. There were huge maps hung on the four walls that could change as per the viewer’s needs, with many small offices within for these generals to fine-tune his orders for their own troops.
When the bell rang, Richard walked to the platform and looked down at the huge group in the hall. Outside of those followers that needed to guard his other planes, basically everyone was present.
As his gaze swept across the area, he was rather surprised to find a black-haired woman in the prime of her youth here. He’d almost forgotten Sisley after he got her as ‘compensation’ from the Schumpeters, only now recalling that he had thrown her into Faelor to do whatever...