"And then, the conference was asked to be put on halt." Judgement explained to the large equine seated in front of her. They had found a small restaurant not far from the conference room, both having shed their cloaks to finally relax for the first time since arriving. They had left their weapons with the guards, but with the Kohanians, one is never truely without weapons.
Judgement stabbed a piece of steak with her forefinger's claw, staring at the meat absently as she listened to her companion speak. He had never taken the time to learn to speak Nepleslian, He could understand it when it was spoken to him, but he communicated in the language of the Yaree, or Warriors. To outsiders, it would sound very gruff, like a mixture of Gaelic, Russian, and Norse. Time and again, though she seemed distracted, the lioness would nod, meeting her companion's eyes and speaking back to him in their language so those around would not eavesdrop on their conversation.
Putting the steak in her maw, the femme canted her head and looked out of the window, at the stars. In the back of her mind, she wondered what she would be able to offer the others in the conference. They had their own agendas just as she had thought they would, but there was something underlying it that she didn't approve of, a taint that seemed to guide the words of all but a few. She herself had even had a flash of it when the Star Destroyer had entered the room.
With that thought of Yui, Judgement looked down to the file on the table beside her plate, opening it again and looking at the picture of the former empress, reading the facts pinned to the photo, about the neko. The next page was information on a rather large chested, purple haired Neko, one that Judgement had not seen and was happy for that. The purple haired one had led the Darkwalker to them, set his evil upon the world to corrupt and twist the once peaceful people.
Next was a photo and information sheet on the temple that had been destroyed by Yui and her troops. Blinking only when necessary, the feline read over the calculations of what something as simple as the structure's destruction had cost their people. She had read this information over at least fifty times already, and could recite it in her sleep if asked, but she had to keep the facts fresh. She just thanked the heavens that the information from the laboratory far beneath the surface had been transmitted to the Nether Reach before the sky hurled it's anger down on Neo Kohana.
The data was corrupted in some places, but there was information about the Kohanians past, about a mystical race known as the Fenyaro. The ancestors of her people, and far superior to the Kohanians as they lived today. If she could have her way, she would ask the leaders of the convention for more information about thier past, and possibly the means to search out what became of some of the magical devices these Fenyaro created.
She was pulled from her reverie by a grunt from the Hand of War as he motioned with his muzzle towards the walkway, where the odd gentleman who offered a handshake to the Kohanians was walking by, and not far behind them was the pink fleshed woman, and one of the people who arrived late. Judgement nodded slightly, closed the file, and slipped it into a pocket on the inside of her cloak, then went back to eating her meal.
"If they wish to speak I will welcome them to dine with us. If they wish to just continue their lobbying, they will find my appitite for that, quite satiated." She said, barely above a whisper, as she stared down at her food, slicing it up with the provided silverware.
