Acciona moved towards the sound of the summons, her paws like lead. There was always a feeling of anxious and nervous energy wrapped around the woman when she had to join crowds, but the energy in this particular crowd seemed extra heavy, the tension thick in the air. She slipped into place at the back of the group, watching quietly. Her gaze flickered to each individual, noticing there were at least a few here that were not of the Armada, but were obviously meant to be present. Whatever it was it had to be important, and from the looks on the faces around her, she doubted it would be anything good.
