The council hall situated in the center of the upper districts of Sklaviunt was rife with activity as all council members were gathered.
Everyone seemed to be speaking at the same time, as they sought to make sense of what was happening outside while waiting for the person that had called the meeting.
As their voices reached the ceiling and tension grew, the one they'd been waiting for revealed herself, her presence putting an end to the rowdiness within the hall.
Silence followed as everyone stared at her, some entranced, others terrified and some others caught in between.
Thera ignored the looks sent her way as she made her way to her seat.
Only when she was seated did other council members finally speak up, as must directed questions at her.
"Thera, what's going on?"
"Indeed. We just received word that not only has the Bookkeeper's manor been destroyed, but yours has also suffered a similar fate. Just what is happening out there?"