Sharven paced near the back of the stoney cave room. He had called this meeting what felt like hours ago and none of his spies or trainees had arrived. Was he being impatient? Probably, but it didn't matter to him. Patience was not something he had much of since Scythe had died. He had so looked up to Scythe, and he felt himself still settling in to a Skull lead by Pluxiria. Not bad, just different.
"Any day now," he sighed, hoping they would all appear like magic.