Hidden deep within a fortified mansion on the outskirts of Silverport, the Hogue Guild's temporary headquarters was the complete opposite of Thalendor.
The air there was heavy, saturated with the stench of feces, blood, and Mana so warped that it would make any nature-loving elf recoil in horror.
In the center of a circular hall, surrounded by dozens of cold iron cages, stood Brynnear.
After her humiliating death as Queen Beetle at the hands of Halon and Lisa, Brynn had regained her human form, but the fury in her chest had only grown.
Her long black hair with purple undertones fell over her shoulders as she watched the work of her new allies. Her vibrant purple eyes glowed with malice as she gestured toward the prisoners.
Before her, seated in an expensive but slightly worn faux-leather armchair, sat Ernesto Hogue. The leader of Hogue wore a weary expression, with large bags of exhaustion under his eyes, but the greed in his gaze was palpable.
