All nodded in agreement. The Legionary Generals and the Arglwyddi Cyfraith or the Law Lords, a group of Nobles in charge of the day to day Law and Order of every Duchy in the Empire from the Courts to the foot patrols and the firemen. This sub-class of Nobility is often a place where one can achieve much honor and prestige that is equally meritocratic between Noblemen and Commoners alike. One such Marchog Gyfraith, a Law Knight, was a reputable young woman of unkept allure blonde hair and green eyes with a silvery yet slightly stained armor by the name of Haelioni Elussenol, a former Orphan who grew up with a firsthand account of many great injustices brought forth by the abused, the lost and the mutilated of her city Haringpoint's slums. This gave Haelioni or 'Hael' by her friends and 'little siblings' back at the Orphanage situated near the Grand Cathedral a notable sense and desire of justice and parity to cleanse the streets of moral filth and decay in the cobblestone streets of the city and if she played her cards correctly, she believed she can make a difference beyond the Capital's walls. She was tutored by the Nuns who administer the Orphanage on the belief of the Feudalistic harmony and austere social leagues especially the bottom down foundations of commoners in upholding the sovereignty of the Empire alongside the Nobility. A society just and cordial is what she dreamed. And these Otherworlder's seek to tear down everything that she holds dear. As the most important people needed for the Emperor's emergency War Council was for at least one person, dragged literally to the table. Both Hael and Faithleann held on to the mutual belief that they must protect their nation from those who seek to do it harm. For Hael, it is likely she will patrol in between the Cathedral and Slum district of Haringpoint again as per her usual orders, yet she doesn't mind, she was familiar with the people and in turn, the people are familiar with her and they all adore her with well wishes, favors and smiles from her. She was even courted occasionally by some of the handsome young sailors and foot soldiers who live by the Slums. As for Faithleann, the Gweninejar will have to embark on the perilous journey to the Ostalrocs to obtain the materials he needs to forge his bequeath band of the Empire's best in brightest to the ultimate Demon-slaying Corp the likes of which the world had ever seen. But still, he can't help but keep his bitter-bitten eyes from the Beast Folk Shamans who had humiliated him of his Gods-given gifts. He continued to dart his eyes towards them as the three Shamans exited the Banquet Hall.