A long table sits in a dimly lit room. On one side of the table, the members of the High Council, with the exception of Ryan, sit. On the other side, Willix and five other men and one woman sit.

Phil-domo: So, how shall we begin?

Jack: I just want to say something first!

Jack: When I found out we were going to become allies, I felt really bad about cutting that guy, Rook I think, for cutting his arm off. So, I brought this for him!

Austin W: You’re just lucky I can grow them back…

Willix: A good…intention…but severed limbs cannot be reattached in this game.

Jack stands for a moment more, looking around the room, before taking his seat.

One of the men on Willix’s side stands up. He has neat, blond hair, and thin, stylish silver glasses. He wears a cliché white lab coat and his overall appearance makes it obvious that he’s some kind of scientist. The Militia symbol is displayed in the right corner of his coat.

Man: I don’t even understand why we’re wasting our time on this people. Let’s just pretend for a moment that they didn’t assault one of our cities and kill many of our men. They’re all obviously idiots. How can we come to a rational agreement with these people?

Osmond: Uh, retard, we’re not idiots.

Osmond: If we’re the idiots, how come you fell into our trap? Domo, when are we going to kill them all?

Phil-domo: Okay…Osmond…where the hell did you get that idea?

Osmond: I’m just saying…I could probably kill them all at once if I had to…

Phil-domo: Please…just stop talking…

Osmond: I can keep talking if I want to…

Everyone glares at him. He mutters under his breath a little but doesn’t say anything else legible.

Itagaru: See, this is exactly what I’m talking about. With people like this, you can’t tell if they’re being serious about something like that!

Phil-domo: Please forgive us for him. He’s a good fighter, but unfortunately…he seems to have the mental capabilities of a five year old…he does not speak for the entire group.

Osmond: Uh, sir, could a five year old make it through High School? I don’t think so.

Willix: It’s completely understandable, Itagaru, all groups have someone like that, don’t we?

He looks to the man sitting directly next to him. The man next to him is built very delicately, and he is dressed in vibrant clothing. His shirt is puffy with a white undershirt that is collared around his neck. The Militia symbol is barely noticeable on the back of his shirt. His blond hair is done up in stylish waves. He wears light but noticeable make-up on his face. When he speaks, he makes grand hand gestures and emphasizes everything.

Man: I know you’re referring to me, but it does not sting a single bit. Your mere words will never put a dent into my grandeur.

William: You’re all acting like idiots! I have half the mind to just start cutting through all of you! I came here to negotiate, not have an intelligence conversation.

William: I’ll brutish you in the face you son of a-

Another man on Willix’s side looks at Kyler intriguingly. He has purple punk-styled hair and wears the same uniform Rook has always worn, except his has gold trim around the edges. The sheath holding his sword across his back is also golden.

Man: So is that how you keep your men in line? I have to say, I’ve been curious. That’s a really interesting ability.

Kyler: I’m just trying to keep the peace. You all must realize that we have come here to create a peace among us, so all must try to keep their tempers.

Vinci: Perhaps if you played something more elegant, I would be more intrigued.

Itagaru: Everything aside, no one’s given me one good reason why we should have to form an alliance!

Willix: Based on our estimates, the strength of their Empire and the power of the Militia are about equal. If we were to go into all out confrontation with each other, it is not clear which side would win, but the winning side would certainly suffer heavy losses from the confrontation. It would more or less be a suicide clash.

Timmy: And there is little chance for two groups of such great power to operate separately and not step in the other’s way. A confrontation would be unavoidable. Both groups would be eliminated … and that would totally suck.

The woman on Willix’s side speaks. She has pink hair styled in short spikes. She dresses in a tight brown, button-down top and cut-off jeans. Her Militia symbol is placed directly on her breasts, as if she’s trying to draw attention there. She has several holsters strapped to her legs.

Woman: So, what you’re pretty much trying to explain is that this isn’t exactly an alliance, but more of an…agreement not to kill each other.

Willix: More or less, we wouldn’t be working together, but we’d be setting ground rules to avoid conflict between us.

Austin K: I can understand that, the packs need to define their territory. It’s the law of the wild.

Austin W: Be quiet you mutt, you can’t relate everything to wolves.

Austin K: Who are you calling a mutt?

The rest of the conversation continues normally while the two bicker with each other under their breaths.

James: The one and only condition I demand is that we have complete access to the cities and will not meet with any Militia interference as we travel through them.

One of the men of Willix’s side gets up to speak. He has dark sunglasses and dresses in black leather with sliced hair, overall making him almost like the Fonze, the generic 80’s biker/bad-boy look. His Militia symbol is displayed on the back of his jacket.

Man: I honestly don’t care about any of that. Come and go as you please. Hell, cause a war with the Militia. Cause in the end, this all is just a big pain in the ass.

Jaime: I think I can agree with you there. This is wasting valuable research time.

Itagaru: And why is it you want full access to the cities? Planning something?

Vinci: These people are not very beautiful. I don’t know if I want to just let them wonder my glorious streets. Not without a change of wardrobe first, anyway.

Willix: Allowing them full access to the cities is only fair. Much happens in the cities.

The only not introduced guy on Willix’s side breaks his silence. When he speaks, he speaks with such force that everyone is forced to stop arguing and to listen. He’s a tall, muscular man with short, straight black hair. He wears full black and red mail armor, including gloves and boots. An executioner’s axe with a black blade is slung across his back. The blade of the executioner’s axe is so long, he has to sit at an awkward angle to make sure it doesn’t cut into the person sitting next to him.

Man: These people are strong…very strong. It must be appreciated that it is a difficult task to obtain this much strength. Whether they are smart or not socially matters little, to last this long and to get this powerful means they know how to handle themselves. And it means they would know better than to cause trouble in the cities and break their alliance.

Osmond: Uh, nay sir, he was talking about me.

Phil-domo: If we’re all done with our random outbursts, perhaps we can iron out the details now.

Kurichi: Sigh…details…wake me up when it’s done.

Oscar: And so, the proud heroes return victorious! What adventures will await them upon their return.

Iricryo: Okay, Oscar, never talk like that again.

Oscar: Oh, come on, don’t you think it adds atmosphere?

Rook: Once we get in the city, I have things to work out with Willix…I can’t believe he made a deal with the Spidersilks…Oh, Melanie, I am going to pretend I didn’t see you here, but next time, we’re enemies again.

Melanie: Yeah, yeah, I get it. Big bad Militia man is going to take me in.

Oscar: Oh, yeah, if we’re all going back our own ways…

Oscar: I guess I should give this back to you, Sarah.

Sarah: How about you keep it, in exchange, I can travel with you guys a bit longer.

Iricryo: Might not be a great idea. For some reason, we’re going after the High Council.

Oscar: I won’t rest until I can beat that man!

Sarah: High Council huh…should be fun.

As they’re about to enter the city, they hear Katherine’s voice calling from above, coming towards them.

Katherine: Mr. Rook! I’m so glad I caught you before you went into the city. You are in big trouble.

She hands them a series of posters. They all read at the Top “Wanted for Plot Against the Militia, Members of the Spidersilks. Reward for Capture or Proof of Kill.” Each has a picture of the appropriate person.

The first reads, “Rook, Former Militia Scout and Mastermind of the Spidersilks. Considered Extremely Dangerous. Be careful when approaching.”

The next reads, “Iricryo, Small time con-artist now using his skills to trap people for the Spidersilks.”

The final one reads shows Oscar’s picture, and reads, “??? Unknown Member, Possibly a Fan or Hanger-on. Less Reward for him. Must be captured alive.”

Oscar: They…don’t even know my name…

Rook: This is ridiculous! Willix is trying to frame me cause he knows I found out about his relations with those damn Spidersilks.

Katherine: What are you going to do, Mr. Rook?