As the woman of the darkest skin rose to her feet, the elven women behind offered a courtly bow. Glancing back and then to the front again, the leading woman curved a smile and stepped further ahead, one hand outstretched–the other slightly sheltering her palm.
"I am Joselia, the head of the consulate–one nation amongst many that serve–" cutting her sentence short, the woman pressed her left hand to her throat and corrected. "That used to serve the god of law, Lord Hamleth."
"Used to?" Raven asked.
Before an answer reached the woman's lips, however, Aria stepped forward and pinned the woman with her eyes.
