In an unknown location, a secret meeting was underway.
A meeting that would decide the future and stability of the West Coast.
The gathering took place in a grand court supported by marble pillars, beneath an arched dome depicting the founding of Greyreach.
Two senior delegates each from Davos, Al-Qalimar, Montecito, Territ, Bogotian, Quelway, Trymonte, and Winterdale were present, alongside the five Dukes of Greyreach.
Everyone was seated on tiered benches that rose as the chamber fanned out from the centre. At the very bottom, standing on a podium, was Duke Henry Caldwell.
Or rather, the mysterious man wearing Duke Caldwell's face.
Judging by the murders taking place in the city, and how frequent and blatant they were becoming as the day of the Investiture drew near, the delegates were not foolish enough to remain oblivious to what was happening.
