White Alchemist

A street brawl

Three men sat at a round table, each wearing a dark cloak, as the candles which sat at the middle of the round table lit up the room, thereby giving enough light for each man to be seen.

Each man's face was shrouded in darkness, revealing only a slimmer of their chin and mouth.

"it's decided then" said one of the men, the one who sat on a chair bigger than all the others.

"we will kill the Prime general and seize this village, after all, he tried to push a branch family to run this capital" said another, this one having a small scar on the bottom of his chin.

"but when? How?" asked another, his own voice seeming a lot less mature than the rest, sounding like someone in his late twenties, as opposed to the other people, who had voices matching those in 50's and 60's.

"I heard that Horace's students were to arrive in two weeks time" said the man who sat on the long chair.

"you couldn't possibly mean-", "oh yes, I do mean. What better time is there to attack the prime general, than when