Once their visitors had grudgingly left the black conference area to find the rooms where they would be staying, Ambrosia addressed her sons whom she had not spoken much with lately. Rayth had only recently gotten back from the mountain, and Grayson had been kept at a distance for a purpose. He had failed her.
"I must go speak with my future daughter now," she said wistfully. "I need to inform her of how tonight will proceed."
"How will tonight proceed?" Grayson asked.
