The Knightguards moved swiftly, obsidian armor glistening as they erected a sturdy canvas tent near the castle courtyard.
"Hold the rods!"
"Pull!"
"Get the stones!"
"On my word! Lift!" Their words of actions rang through the evening as the tent finally stood from their success.
Even though it was only a temporary one, the tent was made with fine materials, having the Region's colors, lined with silken banners and bearing the sigil of Starlight in its top most center.
Inside, a simple wooden table was placed at the center, flanked by chairs and stacks of parchment for notes and decrees. Lanterns were placed in case the darkness took over, creating an intimate yet official atmosphere.
After thanking the men who had done this job so quickly and efficiently, Aeric sat at the head of the table, his fingers idly drumming on the wood.
