Delphi smiles briefly at Artorias' words. She sees the softening of his stern expression and it does help her feel a tad better. "I will ensure he knows," the young Heir replies before she makes it to her seat beside the scribe.
The dark coated and bright orange-red man that slips in after in makes Delphi stare for a moment. Was this the grandfather she had been told about? Hattori Hanzo, no? His appearance in undeniable and Delphi is forced to rip her attention away. As much as she wants to go over to him to introduce herself, she stays in her seat and remains calm, pulled together, mature. More mature than she's ever been in her life because she needs to make a good impression to these other alphas.
A few others trickle in and Delphi gets more nervous as the minutes tick by. What would Artorias address during this meeting? She was sure find out when the pretty lady with antlers nods to Artorias before taking her seat. It is then that her attention is directed to the Aegis when he stands to his paws. Delphi is attentive to his words, ears pressed forward and eyes looking directly at the table where the hooded cobra figurine stands. The introductions of the others prove that the man is indeed her grandfather, but she tucks the information away for later.
Artorias continues on, regaling details about the Syndicate and how dangerous they were to their kind. A pack has been usurped, Ashen and her uncle, Chimera, have fallen, bad things were on the horizon. At least Heidinn was not included in the list of enemies - it was the last thing they needed on their plate. As he comes to pause, opening the floor to the Alphas, Delphi thinks and she thinks hard. This was a... precarious situation that she wasn't sure how to feel about. The Syndicate isn't unknown to Heidinn, Vidarr had recently met with a Rhazien who she had hunted with before. Other than the weird, creepy vibe she got from the older male, they hardly seemed any more vicious than Vidarr did when he was at his darkest.
While she thinks, the largest wolf-thing (she's really not sure he's actually a wolf) calls attention to himself. Basilisk does make a good point. If Artorias is the only one who had ill meetings with these wolves why endanger the rest who weren't involved? Could The Syndicate truly be such a righteous danger? This adds on to her consideration of thought. It doesn't seem right to side with either The Hallows or The Syndicate. Heidinn would be better off staying on mutual ground.
Delphi prepares to speak, but as she lifts her face from the direction of the table toward Artorias, she is stopped by the audible thunk of glass on the stone table. Turning to look, her head cants, eyes narrowing slightly. When the hell had there been alcohol served? She's given no time to further question as Modesty speaks to the table and the ones who sit around it. When Modesty's eyes meet hers, she almost shrinks another inch or so, the look is terrifying even if she's not the one being scrutinized. The information causes her heart to skip a beat, glancing around to see who Modesty was even speaking about. Someone in this very room had murdered her husband? The Raid King? It brought an interesting twist to the meeting that didn't settle well with Delphi.
Turning her gaze back down toward the table, waiting for the terse moment to be over, she doesn't look back up until Modesty is well on her way out the door. Quietly clearing her throat, she looks to Artorias who no doubt is probably reeling from Modesty's statement. Though Modesty has a point, it was still a meeting after all and they would need to keep going. "Heidinn can help as an outpost for rest and food if your wolves ever see a reason to journey to The Syndicate. As far as we are aware, The Syndicate has taken up home just north of Fenrir's Maw in the Polar Sound. Normally, we might offer our own bodies to help your cause, but due to recent events within our own ranks, we don't have many to spare unfortunately," Delphi attempts to speak with confidence, eyes never leaving Artorias until she's finished.
Once the last words leave her lips, Delphi sits back and lets out a sigh. Turning her gaze back down to the table, she hopes the others speak up so she doesn't have the spotlight on her for too long. Already overwhelmed, she needs a moment to think some more.
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