To Halcyon:
The golden haired woman speaks, cutting the silence as she rises to her feet. She has long straight hair, round cheeks, and furious golden eyes that look down upon you, though she but a couple inches taller. “Ah, are your meetings always public forums?” She turns to the Council, grabbing an ebony sword and placing it by her belt. “I dearly hope you reach a decision before his Majesty arrives. I wish I could say it has been a pleasure.” Arthur reaches out for her, but she walks out the room, and sidles past the oracles and the captain.
You hear her call for a “Lance” as she walks down the stairs.