As the eight figures settle into the opulent hall, the initial greetings are a fascinating display of their distinct personalities and the underlying tensions of this fractured world: Holy See appears to subtly shift its holographic form, a ripple of light across its white projection, accompanied by a synthesized voice that resonates through the hall, "Greetings. May this assembly be… productive." Hejaz offers a slow, respectful nod to the room in general, his gaze lingering for a moment on Khan Mulen. "As-salamu alaykum," Khan Mulen strides forward with a broad grin, clapping Hejaz on the shoulder with surprising force. "Hejaz, old friend! Or should I say, old rival? Still hoarding all that black gold, I presume?" His voice booms through the hall, Shakanya enters with a quiet grace, her gaze sweeping across the room but not truly meeting anyone's eyes. She offers a salute to no one, her expression unreadable. Gandari, with her eyes still closed, turns her head slightly in the direction of each voice she recognizes. She offers a serene smile and a gentle bow. "Peace be with you all," Lord paces into the hall, his energy almost manic. He offers quick, fervent handshakes to those closest to him, his grip surprisingly strong. "Brothers and sisters in arms! The fate of the world hangs in the balance! We must be vigilant!" His voice is loud and passionate, Wanderer surveys the room with a hawk-like intensity. "Im here.," Arbiter Nissa enters last,. She offers a brief, formal nod to the room, her gaze sharp and assessing. "Sveicināti,"