Council Keep, Downtown Quarter.
Except for Brigham Flynn, all the other councilors had gathered in this building where all of the city's administrative work took place.
"These damned bastards must be throroughly dealt with!" Nylian Feno aggressively slammed the round table, his wrath visible for all to see.
It was understandable, after all. His daughter was present at the Duskfall Masquerade Ball. If things hadn't gone the way they had, her daughter might have become a victim herself.
Hammon McLeod tried to calm the elf down, "Councilor Feno, rest assured. We will do everything in our power to deal with the people responsible."
"Where is Brigham when you need him?" Nylian roared in frustration. "Hasn't he been dealing with the Umbra Thieves all this while? Hasn't he been warning us about the Red Fists for so long? He's sure to have intel on them!"
