A middle-aged noble with a scar cutting across his face stepped forward to address the Goldcrest leader.
"Are the reports from the academy guards true? Did Selphira Ashenway assault and imprison your heir?"
Kharzan nodded gravely, his own golden lion briefly flaring around him, casting ominous shadows on the stone walls. "My son was attacked without provocation while visiting his brother during the final exam in the academy. A blatant belittling of our authority, an aggression that we cannot allow to go without an appropriate response." His voice deepened, resonating throughout the chamber. "Or do you all wanna let them believe we are cowards?"
"We will not be crushed like the Starweavers!" exclaimed another noble, raising his fist.
