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Stringent as the atmosphere was, [color=Orange][b]Illyan Travard[/b][/color] had been tasked with reassuring that House Tosen was especially prepared for the occasion. Whether it was sorting out the more aggressive individuals tied to the House, or duly reminding the peons, as he jokingly called them, of just how high of a profile this assembly between the two Houses was, no amount of responsibility was too much for the young mage.

In recent times, Illyan was enacted to serve as the Lord's representative when Slizard was unable to attend to the manner, though this seemingly regal authority was reduced to him apologizing before the council of the Aseryo on behalf of any injuries sustained, should the two Houses clash in a physical manner. [color=Orange][b]"Just cleaning up after their own messes,"[/b][/color] he would say to himself in an annoyed fashion.

To make matters worse, Illyan was a mage; his kind, though rare in number in accordance to the general population, was despised by the majority. He was accustomed to the mocking stares and small talk of the people as he rode throughout the country, delivering whatever message he was tasked with. Of course, they knew better than to openly discriminate a member of House Tosen, one with personal connection to the royal family itself.

[b]"The Aseryo have arrived,"[/b] the metallic hums of armor brought Illyan's eyes out of their trance. He cupped his hands atop of his magic tome, which appeared far less than menacing compared to the arsenal of weapons sprawled atop of the table before their side. Ironically enough, the measly book alone, in his hands, could inflict more destruction than the weapons that laid before him combined. He had hoped that he would never have to come to such violence, though.

As the Aseryo filed into the room alongside the armed escort and found their seats, Illyan peered to none in particular. He was familiar with Lord Aseryo, but that was where the attachment stopped. Every other face was an individual mystery to him.

[color=Orange][b]"Any time we may begin, sire,"[/b][/color] Illyan mumbled into the ear of Slizard.

The room fell into a silence as the lord spoke, immediately sensing the brief tension in his voice. Illyan cleared his throat and looked between the two lords that sat across from one another, awaiting a response.