[b]Lexianna[/b]

Once we arrive, I immediately spot the Elder at the head of the table. I smile and wave politely but he’s not who I’m looking for right now. I wander the room, the train of my skirt whispering against the ground, and I spot him in a corner: Sven. When he spots me, he gives me a glare that would wilt common angels’ halos. I have a reputation to uphold though, as a kind and honest guardian, so I cross the room and take the seat next to him.

“Hello. I owe you an apology. I’m sorry my friends and I frightened you. It wasn’t right and not how I like to operate. We needed your help and weren’t sure you would help us otherwise. Now that you know the truth. I would like a chance to start over. My name is Lexianna. You’re obviously frightened by the Hands. We’d like to help you with that, but to do anything we need information. Please, could you tell me more about your village and what you know about the Hands? We’re here to help.”