Creak. Slam…
"... What did I miss?" Nadon asked with a chuckle the moment he felt everyone's eyes land on him.
At the head of the command table, Feerah sighed and begrudgingly smiled at her husband. "Took you long enough. You're late. So hurry up and take your seat beside Elder Baston."
Nadon casually grinned at everyone across the table while pulling out his seat.
"Didn't expect you to be the last one here," Ribard laughed from the other side of the table.
"We've only got a few minutes to debrief you, so pay attention," Feerah stated, stealing everyone's attention once more. "I'm not sure what held you up, but you can explain yourself during the walk to the mediation tent.
