"Under attack?" Vivian glared at Woodman and Amos, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
The disciple's sudden announcement had thrown a wrench into her expectations. She had envisioned a professional gathering of seasoned conspirators, individuals ready to meticulously plan and execute a decisive strike against the oppressive Empire of Elgard. Instead, she was faced with palpable anxiety and a general lack of preparedness.
Their performance disappointed her, and she scanned the room with unease, her gaze sweeping over every corner and every face, searching for any sign of weakness or deception.
"Which one of you secured this meeting location?" she demanded, her voice sharp and laced with impatience.
Amos and Woodman exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them before removing to Vivian.