Master Isabell smiled as she led Owain and his knights upstairs to the luxurious dining room on the third floor of the Fellowship of Wayfinders' guildhall. Once again, there had been squabbling about who should host this meeting, but in the end, she had won the others over by suggesting they let Owain make the decision. Whichever guild he reached out to first would inform the others immediately and take on the role of host.
Owain's choice of the Fellowship of Wayfinders already gave them their first advantage. He clearly valued the ability to transport eager knights and soldiers from the old countries across the sea above anything else or he would have met with one of the others first.
