Thursday afternoon. A private dining room at the Outgal Inn.
Midday sunlight entered through a large arched window, making the room feel warm and bright. On the large round table, the remains of their luxurious lunch empty plates and crystal goblets had begun to cool. After yesterday's incident, the Alliance decided to hold an emergency meeting.
Illya sat with her back straight. Her long robe was emerald green with gold embroidery circling the collar and cuffs. The silk fabric flowed from her shoulders, touching the floor. A brown leather belt with a silver buckle was cinched at her waist. A thin, cream-colored veil covered her hair, tied with a golden ribbon at the back of her head. Across from her, Lord Emeric, Lord Valerius, and Lady Amara sat with grim expressions.
