The Dystopian Devil Tribe...
Phaedra was in a room with her arms folded beneath her breasts but she was not alone as her husband was seated with his head bowed.
The Devil Tribe was doing well at the moment, especially against the Dragon Clan but Gregor was still feeling the impact of his previous encounter with Hal. It was almost like an incessant injury that refused to heal and now he was confronting his wife on the fact that she appeared to be on Hal's side.
In the days leading to that incident, Gregor had already been picking up on signals that things were not as they seemed. He had been noting a change to the dynamic he used to have with his wife and things only got worse.
At the moment, they were not really having a conversation but rather just silently standing/sitting in the room together with tension thick and prevalent.
And then knocks sounded on the door...