In a closed-off room, somewhere deeper underground stood a group of people in front of a dusty fountain that was slowly filling up with a bubbling black liquid.
"Did you find them?" Uthyr asked the hooded figures kneeling in front of her.
"Yes mistress, they are outside the storage area. I fear they may be thinking of attacking it," the figure at the very front replied.
"Hmm," Uthyr rubbed her chin in deep thought. The leading figure hesitated once before asking, "S-Should we stop them?"
"Hmm? Oh yes, go and get them for me," Uthyr waved her hand thoughtlessly, almost like shooing them away.
They didn't wait around either and left with hurried steps. A minute or two after they left she slowly turned around faced the black liquid. She extended her right hand over the liquid but faltered. It was clear she wasn't sure about something and was having second thoughts.