"What do the Winged people want?" Galthor asked immediately.
"I have no idea as well, Chief. They won't say anything. What should we do?" the warrior asked anxiously. "They asked to see you personally!"
Galthor frowned. What could the Winged people want? Did they know that Lady Pelica was here and had come for something related to that?
"Go and tell them that I'll be with them shortly." He paused. "Tell the masters not to do anything impatiently unless they have to."
The warrior bowed and hurried away. Galthor looked at Brakthar and Karathra. "Let's go. I don't know what they want, but I doubt it would be anything good."
The three of them slowly left the room and climbed down the stairs. Outside, the situation was tense as four masters faced off with three Winged people masters in a staring competition. It was almost as if a slight movement from any of them would send either side flying at each other.
The appearance of Galthor killed the tension instantly.
