Gil-Garna was silent as he heard Melinda recite his plans. Her story was quite detailed and managed to perfectly capture many of his thoughts.
Sigh… After a while, he took a deep breath and calmly spoke on the conch "Impressive, you really are something. This is the first time I have seen someone guess my whole plan. However, no matter how closely you can guess my plan, do you have any proof?"
"In the end isn't this all your speculation? I am sure the other kings have their own plans. Everyone is for themselves, there is nothing wrong in placing one's interest first. Don't you think so too?"…
"I do and our ideologies matches too which is why I am contacting you this way. I have done my part, you will soon hear the news. I hope that you fulfil your end too. Let us rule this dungeon as its Queen and King"
CLACK… the transmission ended there, leaving a baffled and confused Gil-Garna standing there holding a transmission conch.
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