The meeting was not held up for long by Oswall and Gallus. They strode in with the same presence that they had greeted one another with. While Gallus was fatigued from the journey, he seemed in a surprisingly positive mood. That said, he wasn't so upbeat as to reduce the seriousness of what they would be sharing.

The father and son both found a seat each. "So, shall we begin?" Gallus asked, before sniffing back on a runny nose.

"You alright, Gallus?" Uthri asked quietly.

Gallus cut the air with his hand dismissively. "I'm fine. Just a bit of moisture from the cold outside."

Darahil had his hands weaved together on the table in front of himself, serious as ever. He nodded to Meesei. "Please," he said. "Continue, champion."