The small auditorium hosted seats of lavish make, many of them empty for what little attendees there were. Two long tables were set opposing each other while a man shuffled papers in a podium in between.
Robes of dark browns and trimmings of gold with bits of purple. A frilly neckband of the same purple around his neck. Somewhat balding he was, but with a long brown beard that was going grey.
As the people involved walked in, Jotou felt a tap on her shoulder from Krialin. The blonde turned, "Mayor?"
"Thundering Blade, I was hoping to get a hold of you sooner," the mayor walked into a fairly secluded space. "I hope you're ready, I believe you will be up there as well?"
"Yeah."
"Good, good. I am to bring all relevant Krian issues forward caused by the regime."
"Obviously."
"I'm more than happy to do it, however I wish for you to speak on behalf of Kria."
She crossed her arms, "You're the damn mayor."
