The cool, humid mountain air and the scent of the sea filled her lungs as Qatrand stepped forward to greet the waiting Ironclad Order representative. Her silver suit reflected the many small lights on the plateau, a vast contrast to the Yecine's usual garb when dealing with her seniors. There was also her hair to consider!
Despite so much being different today than 'normal', the blonde's posture straightened. The swordswoman radiated out a quiet confidence that hadn't entirely been there mere months ago. Qat's low voice carried clearly across all of those gathered.
"On behalf of myself and my wife, I thank the Ironclad Order for their generous gift."
