Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160718012520

"In the castle, inside the council chambers!"

The entourage heads to the hospital. Praetor makes his way to the conclave, weaving through the crowds and being passed through numerous guard stations. The castle is guarded by an entire platoon posted outside. Praetor is allowed in.

First he enters the council floors, where dozens of people, representatives of their respective towns and villages, are arguing. Upon inquiry he is led to the long hall in the rear through large double doors. Inside the private chamber he sees several people with the Regent, all representatives of their respective provinces. Though he has never met them all, he knows who they are:

Lord Bale, a male Dwarf, dressed in heavy armor;

Melandil of Arenesse, a male Elf, in rich robes;

The Regent Lady Adelaide Grey;

Tessaeba the Centaur of the North Marches;

Sir Richter Grey, a male Human, middle aged, dressed as a Knight, his armor gleaming;

And Father Mordecai, an older man, dressed in the red robes of a pious monk.

Bale roars. "This is ridiculous, Adelaide!  My men will not commit to a front until we have a guarantee that the capital will be properly defended!  We cannot split our forces!"

"And I'm telling you, Bale, that we are on our way to Iveria right now!  Do you expect us to fight alone?  Or have you forgotten the Allied Defense Charter so quickly?" Tessaeba says fiercely.

"Watch yourself, halfhorse!" He points a finger.

"Then where do you think Aidlis is right now?" She snaps. "Why is she not here at the conclave?"

"Possibly because DRAGONS DO NOT ATTEND IDIOTIC MEETINGS?" He shouts.