Court of Elders

"It turned out that we had missed the gulf of their ambush by just five kilometers. They were a combination of Pirates, Magi, and..." Victor paused and sighed a bit.

"Iron Back Werewolves!"

"HUH!" The Elders gasped and another round of murmuring began.

Isaiah hit the table with his fingers to get all their attention, and for them to relax.

"Settle down! Settle down!! Order! Order!! Let's hear what he has to say."

At his call for 'Order', they all quiet down.

"From the look of things, our ship was supposed to land right in the middle of the ambush. There was absolutely no way we were supposed to have survived.

However, thanks to our earlier change in course, we were able to have a slim opportunity at escape." 

"And according to the report, you also lost the Eye of the Primordial beast at the same time?" Isaiah asked.

Victor hesitated a bit, but he still nodded.