The Ashtoken guard instinctively circled The First Star at the sound of the foreign commands. Their boots softly padded around Gori as they observed their all too well known northern neighbor. The stoic expressions the Ash Kin had carved into their faces with rigorous discipline remained in stone as the Kreshvi leader hollered boisterously at the impersonated royal guards. 

The Kreshvi were a well known race to the Ashtoken, as they had lived in bordering lands since around the time of the Ashishia unification. However, as close as they had lived, the Kreshvi always came across as intruding and abrasive, today was not an exclusion. 

The Voice had expected an interruption to occur at some point today. The mere act of it being this early only softly hinted at what was to come. The air was constricted with a tight tension now more than ever among the people in the glorious hall, and loose fingers played with the idea of gripping ever present weapons in rejection of the chaotic vibe. 

Gori Lamillur gave a silent exhale and eyed one of his elites as if to start a conversation. The two pairs of blue eyes met, and Gori's blinked. The elite swallowed and blinked back, his eyes reappearing with their gaze at his own feet. The First Star inhaled slowly, and the guard matched it simultaneously. 

Gori's mind fluttered with idle thoughts as the guard stared at him expectantly. Finally after processing a few inquiries Gori stared at the man and then exhaled through his nose, and was matched back with a loyal blink. 

Suddenly, Gori clicked his heels together in a almost silent manner and the rest of the entourage clicked back obediently. With a pivot of the heel, the party turned away from the Dawn bringer after a polite nod. In unison the First Star, the Ashtoken guard, and the few advisors who accompanied The Voice retired to outside of the hall, the unique sound of the spear of Ashtoken clicking against the polished floor slowly faded into the distance against the coming wave of inter house conversation and bickering.