Rain thunders down over the arcane buildings of Gromer's University. The gargoyles mouths gap open with water spewing fourth. In the clock tower a dark figure lights a cigarette and draws the smoke into their lungs. Below he watches three wizards running for shelter from the downpour. A another figure appears next to the smoker with a shinny dagger.
"Master, the deed is done and the sacrifices wait your killing blow." said the new figure in a low voice.
"Perfect, keep them well hidden and three days from now, we will start the ceremony." said the smoker "What about the other three?"
"They are weak compared to the others. They will not be a factor in our plans."
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