Inside a wide conference room, Kyrie used the chair reserved for the "higher ups" of the Hunters' Guild, Lily, Yraka, and Marelle behind him. If he had to take a guess, it was Spencer's chair given Cain was in the room, his shit-eating grin taken out of his face.
In the other seats of the table were military people of different ranks, not that Kyrie cared about their ranks or how high they were in the food chain. They all stared at his group with concerned faces and looks, unsure how to proceed.
Kyrie took a deep breath, if they felt like walking on eggshells, then the human would be the one to start the conversation and drop the bombs on their laps. "I require your military assistance in the battle that will ensue in the following two weeks."
