High Lord Helion looks around, puzzled. "Is everyone present?"

High Lord Thesan, the host of the meeting, looks up from his conversation with his advisors and generals. "No, Helion."

The other High Lords mutter among themselves, but all goes quiet when the doors fly open and you, followed by your entourage, arrive at the Meeting. With your chin held high and your confident demeanor, you take your seat at the final empty chairs. You sit between the entourages of the Night Court and the Autumn Court.