"It's rare to be summoned by the Hollow Council itself, I'm honored," Sirius playfully bowed, "I thought only celestial-ranks had that honor."
Though his sarcastic words had little impact on the stern-faced men who sat around the enigmatic, almost mythical table.
It was difficult to see most of the anomalous council members as the shadows obscured their appearances; not by accident, either. Even though he was a guest, he had to stand at the bottom of the steps that led to their distinguished table.
"You're a stygian rank only in an official capacity, Sirius," one of the men answered tautly, "in all but title, you're a celestial."
"Enough of this childish play, Federov," another council member spoke more sternly, with a voice as deep as an abyssal chasm.
"Yes, this is an important matter," a member with lengthy, well-kempt silver locks spoke, "--one that greatly concerns you, and the Outlanders."
