The flames in the hearth flickered in the silence, the chiefs and all the others who were present listened attentively to the short Ozvann.
The hunched-backed old man swept the room with his gaze watching carefully to see which of his juniors were harbouring thoughts of foolishness.
"Respected elders," Irid stepped forward with a strange light in her eye, "Who then will you choose to lead the people of Anamos?" she asked, hoping to find a way to be considered for the position.
"That is a little complicated," said Enora with a thoughtful look, during the past day that they bought for Uriel to escape, the elders weren't exactly idle.
They had a very extensive discussion concerning the future of the Order as the disappearance of the shattered rifts removed a several millennia-old tradition.