The Sages

Black Seed was a secluded area not belonging to any region. It was like a black market for bravery of all kinds.

Artifacts, information, maps, and hidden crypts were all traded here.

But today, Black Seed was going to serve as a meeting venue...

Shambala walked into a dark and shaggy building; the inside looked much like a cafe, and there were six other figures in the cafe.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the pacifist geezer himself." A man wearing a black hat and a blazer mocked the appearance of Shambala.

"Huhuhu." Shambala caresses his beard. "It's good to see you again, Dark Sage."

"Shuntaaaaaaaal." A teenage girl ran up to the old man and hugged him; her eyes shone brightly as she increased her grip around the old saint.

"Ahh, be careful, Lela; I'm not as sturdy as I used to be."

He chuckles as she lets go of the grip, and they all make their way to a round table with seven chairs.

A man dressed as a waiter came over from the bartender's bar and served them each a cup of tea and s

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