"Because I need to discuss the upcoming plans with you, and if nothing goes wrong, you'll likely be the one presenting the proposal later to those Great Prophets and Great Shamans."
Motan shrugged, walking somewhat wearily to the central square table in the command room and sitting down. He motioned to Fire Yang, "Stop cowering over there. Hurry up and come here."
Reluctantly, Fire Yang rose from the corner, hunched his shoulders, and sat next to Motan, concisely saying, "Speak."
