[b]Silver[/b]

Silver was at the courtyard in the Nimbat City. His sword stabbed deep into the ground, his head placed neatly on the hilt while his hands grabbed the neck. His legs hung in the air while his feet were placed together. His eyes closed as Silver meditated. His mind vacent and empty while his inner power slowly built up inside of him. 

[b]Mr White[/b]

Mr White was where he always was, sat upon his throne with his leg neatly folded on his other. Inside the Nimbat City he watched the happenings of the others. As he sat upon his throne he saw three Nimbats enter the city but ignored them as he drank his fine wine. Once he had finished his drink he used his telepathic powers to levitate the glass to Nightingale.

"You make excellent wine for a witch. I'll have another, thank you."

While his words wasn't the most respectful and least his tone was. He watched the gate continuously while he waited for another drink. He had a feeling that this meeting with the King wasn't going to go down well at all. He was surprised to see so many waste their time with decor and food for this good for nothing excuse of human waste.