The Harp listened intently to those that chose to speak and it appeared as if the figure smiled though no one really knew. Though, as much as the Harp wanted to listen to the rest of them, another hooded figure came rushing into the meeting room and bent down to whisper something in the Harp's ear.

[color=black]"I'm sor---Harp. It lo-----------the Lost--------village--------dying-------time."[/color]

The Harp nodded slowly, something about the figure's posture suddenly shifted. It's back got straighter and it leaned forwards slightly. [color=yellow]"Change of plans. Shae, expect a letter to be delivered to you about the plans for the group. It seems things will need to be put into action much sooner than we anticipated."[/color] The Harp explained, it's voice suddenly sounded almost rushed and frantic. [color=yellow]"Please show your team to the airship and give them the details when they are given to you. You'll all be dropped off at the location, expect Lost to be there when you arrive. No time to rest, be on high alert."[/color] It explained shortly, and was suddenly out of the room in a flash, white and gold robes whipping about as it flew past the door.

Isa blinked, her lips pursed. [color=moccasin]"Well, that's certainly odd."[/color] She remarked, never having seen the Harp seem so flustered. 


(Bitty post is bitty, sorry.)