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The notes of an instrument from home, a Shinobue, beckoned to them from within the marble building they were to go to, and somehow, the building itself looked all too familiar once they entered.
Though its marble and stone was lit with a skylight by day and torches and candles by night, it was unmistakable. The rows upon rows of carved out seats were arranged higher and higher in a semi-circle, each one looking forth towards one point in the vast chamber where several tables resided. Several tables which sat before one grand seat, the center of it all. Eyes were meant to be on whoever sat here, that was clear, but what really drove home what this place was? It was the name amulets left upon the seats with district names and their representatives.
"This is a senate building, did you all know that?" Upon the seat at the center of it all sat a flawlessly handsome, masculine yet almost effeminate man with pointed ears. A golden haired Elf. And sitting in front of him? A snowy haired Nekovalkyrja, one who's music had reached out to them like a siren's call. "Or, at least was. That was once, long ago, when The Empire was at its very peak," he explained as the group was filed in, the guards pointing the way for them as they joined the other Neko. "Naturally, that all came crumbling down with how the barbarians continued to raid and steal." The Consul sighed. "Though you all most likely know where this is heading, I suppose I should be more forthcoming," his voice took on a more serious tone.
"One of your kind stole from me. One with black streaked orange hair and faint wisps of white like that of a tigress." The Elven Consul leaned forward in his seat, the guards seemingly far more ominous than before. "What say you all?"
Though its marble and stone was lit with a skylight by day and torches and candles by night, it was unmistakable. The rows upon rows of carved out seats were arranged higher and higher in a semi-circle, each one looking forth towards one point in the vast chamber where several tables resided. Several tables which sat before one grand seat, the center of it all. Eyes were meant to be on whoever sat here, that was clear, but what really drove home what this place was? It was the name amulets left upon the seats with district names and their representatives.
"This is a senate building, did you all know that?" Upon the seat at the center of it all sat a flawlessly handsome, masculine yet almost effeminate man with pointed ears. A golden haired Elf. And sitting in front of him? A snowy haired Nekovalkyrja, one who's music had reached out to them like a siren's call. "Or, at least was. That was once, long ago, when The Empire was at its very peak," he explained as the group was filed in, the guards pointing the way for them as they joined the other Neko. "Naturally, that all came crumbling down with how the barbarians continued to raid and steal." The Consul sighed. "Though you all most likely know where this is heading, I suppose I should be more forthcoming," his voice took on a more serious tone.
"One of your kind stole from me. One with black streaked orange hair and faint wisps of white like that of a tigress." The Elven Consul leaned forward in his seat, the guards seemingly far more ominous than before. "What say you all?"
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