Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200820153125/@comment-28358106-20200901025920

"And leave it for careless hands, to melt on another's goods? No, I can simply make another.  It is only a symbol of my office, and not a weapon of any sort.  As his royal highness has given his word, we shall abide,"  Cirelle says, giving a conciliatory nod.

Hyngwar says nothing, but her face darkens at hearing Paldis referred in a context as an object rather than her wife. But the expression passes, and the group moves on.

Once they enter the castle, Moki's eyes widen, and she mumbles in their language.

"[...Gosh.]"

Finn, too, seems taken aback by the utter disparity of characters in the entrance hall. Though he hides it well, some hesitancy in his movement shows that this is his first encounter with such a sight.

"[This is...unexpected,]" Arlmar says. "[I didn't know this was to be such a large moot. Moki, don't stare.]"

"[Sorry!]" Moki's eyes swivel forward.

"[This is...interesting. I wasn't aware that there were still old-world inhabitants in this part of the continent,]" Cirelle says, eyeing the Hydrae.

"[Undead, somewhere...powerful ones. Vampires...]"  Hyngwar says, her eyes sweeping the room.

"[I feel them, too. The emissaries from the Covenant, no doubt,]" Cirelle says.

"[And everyone here feels us, I am sure. I always hated moots...]"  Hyngwar's armored footfalls thump heavily as she walks.

"[We can introduce ourselves at a later time. We must first secure our audience with the governor, and meet with him.]"  Prince Finn again starts walking.

"[A wise decision, my prince. And I suggest that for the duration of our visit, we stay within eyesight of each other.  I cannot concentrate on all of us with this much magic in the air if we are not close.]"  Cirelle floats along beside Finn.

"[Agreed.]"

Three by three, they move through the entrance hall towardsthe governor; Finn, Moki, and Cirelle in front, and Hyngwar, Paldis, and Arlmar in the rear.