"You've finally arrived."
Three groups of people stared at Mordret with different expressions.
First were the emissaries of Valor. Morgan and Madoc kept their emotions in check, while Sky Tide and Summer Knight seemed grim. Nephis was her usual indifferent self, but there was a hint of curiosity hidden in the depths of her calm grey eyes.
The emissaries of Song were less reserved. Beastmaster was looking at Mordret with barely contained anger, as so were Dire Fang and Silent Stalker — the first was just as he had been, somber and savage-looking, while the latter was an unassuming and elegant woman in black leather armor. Her beautiful face was inexpressive, but there was deep contempt in her strange feline eyes.
Seishan was the calmest of them. She wasn't even looking at Mordret, instead studying the faces of the champions of Valor.
Jet was standing behind her quietly.
Lastly, there were the representatives of the government.
