((OK...Doing that soon.
I'm taking liberties and deciding that everyone followed me home.))
After showing everyone their rooms, Zhash strolled to one of the lesser chambers. He had given his own room to Atlas. The others were in the main guest rooms. Zhash, however, knew he would feel most comfortable sleeping in a smaller room tonight.
The room was chilly, and Zhash had to pull up an extra cover to keep warm. Staring out the lone window, Zhash stared at the full moon until it slowly blinked away as he fell asleep.
----------------------
An old man dressed completely in black robes pulled his eyes away from the full moon to face his three similarly clothed comrades. He unsheathed his large, silver sword and pointed it at the full moon, his voice cackled as he spoke, "Kra'Akkan is on the move. He is restless! His time is come, but the world is not prepared for his arrival! Atlas is still alive! How is this so!"
The other three sat in serious silence; none dared try to defend himself. The old man continued, "Atlas now has a home in Yitai and has formed an alliance with our very own Exeter! They scheme together to take Isle de Amor! This must be stopped! If Isle de Amor is taken, Kra'Akkan will have no where to sit upon as his throne!"
The youngest of the the three men rose, clearing his throat, "Master, if I may, I believe I have a plan that could bring this terrible scheme to a halt...a dead halt."
The old man's eyes gleamed as he smiled proudly at the standing monk, "Ah, let us here it, then."
((All right, we're ready for everyone to go to sleep and wake up now...))