Ashahell's Foiled Plan
1 hour before the meeting.
Glancing at the clock on the mantlepiece in his quarters that he seldom visited and seeing that it was 11 AM, Ashahell once again sighed before hearing a knock on his door.
"Come in."
Heeding the command, a man entered the door.
He looked just like one of the regular folk who serviced the Central Tower, but when he entered the room, he looked around carefully before closing the door.
He was holding a tray that had a teapot and many teacups. Setting it to the side, he touched the spot near his stomach.
On the surface of his body, Ashahell saw a bulge appear which moved eerily, as if it were some kind of worm that had been trapped inside the man's body.
After a few moments, he said, "It's clear."
"Yes, I know. I checked with the sect's formation."
"But my orders are my orders. The item you asked for is in the teapot."
Nodding, Ashahell carefully walked towards the tray that had been set down before.