All must attend.
Failure to attend will result in a serious demotion or removal from the pack.
Dated before the Ludicael/Seracia event, for a timing reference.
This will be kept short and sweet for our sanity, I promise c:
I will have Gerhardt say everything in this post, and then everyone must post with their characters in response, and say their piece. Gerhardt will then respond after a time frame (a week or more) and we'll close this bad boy out, mmkay?

It was time. He could hold off no longer. At one time he had longed for enough information to make a pack meeting seem necessary, and now he feared he had too much news. Alliances had been made, relationships had been made, and broken, and many things needed to be addressed here and now, before Ludicael made their arrival. Seracia needed to be informed. With a heavy heart, the monarch lifted his head and summoned his entire pack, prepared and ready to speak his piece with them, in full knowledge that many of them may not understand fully the weight of his words.

He would give them time to arrive, seating himself down in the same spot he'd been in upon the founding of their pack. He was in the center of the land, where dens sprawled all around him. The delta lay just to his left, if he listened he could hear it trickling by. It moved slower in the summer than it did in other months, but it never dried up. He was glad for this, having always feared drought. One by one, or sometimes two by two they would arrive, all settling and murmuring about what this meant. They had not been summoned since the founding, and there were many new faces since then. Gerhardt was eager to get everyone on the same page. When he was certain the majority had arrived, he spoke up, addressing them all in a serious but noble tone.

"Greetings everyone, I have called you all in the interest of sharing information. It is high time I let you all know what has been going on the past few weeks, and how it involves each of you. I shall keep things as chronologically as I can, and please bear with me as there is a lot of information I must share." He would pause to be sure they were all listening. "For starters, we have many new faces among us, the newest I believe.. being Bronze." He gestured to the golden man passively before continuing. "New life is expected, from Ghost and Segar. Their children are due at the end of this season, I would expect. On another note, for those of you who didn't notice, we played host to a party from Glaciem a few weeks ago. They seek an alliance with us, and we are going forth with those arrangements henceforth. On the subject of alliances, we will be partaking in a sort of fun competition with Ludicael, who will arrive here for the first day of the games in a few days. In Seracia we will hold competitions of racing and sparring, and the next day we will travel to Ludicael for hunting and fishing. These games will consummate our alliance with the pack Ludicael." He paused for a moment, regaining his breath and giving them time to process. "Next on the agenda is grave news, I am afraid. The Queen and I have parted ways, and she has left Seracia." They need not know about the events that came to pass just after that, as truthfully it was no one's business but his own. "Shifting back to alliances, my son Maverick will be wed to the Valhallan beta, Chrysanthe in the interest of forever tying our packs to one another in an unbreakable bond. The wedding will take place in Valhalla and then Chrysanthe and Maverick will live here with us." He paused, this would perhaps be the most shocking information he had to say. Alliances came and went, but a marriage would certainly mean that the alliance would last for generations to come. This was a big deal for Seracia and Valhalla. "Lastly, I would like to divulge some recent updates to our ranking system. No longer will we rank wolves based on ability, as that is fairly prejudiced. Instead, seniority will be our basis for ranking. Those who have been here longer, or have provided more for the pack will rise accordingly, and those who are new or have not provided much will stay the same or decline in the ranks. This new system will start with the King, Queen, and Prince in the first tier, followed by the Grand Duke and Duchess in the second tier, the third tier consists of the Marquis, Infante, and Count, followed by the fourth tier with the Viscount, Baron, Esquire, and Clergy. Clergy being our common members who have not risen or fallen. Finally, the lowest tier will include the Nobles, one step below Clergy, Filius, the pups, and finally, the Jesters, our omega rank."

The King took a deep breath and shifted his weight, physically signaling the end of his long speech. "Thus ends the official business, should you have any questions, concerns, or anything of merit to bring to our attention, please do so now.. or forever hold your peace." A certain kindness rang in his vocals, signaling that anything could be said at this point, from critiques to criticisms, and the like. He would address everyone who spoke up, and would remember those who participated in this event. "Also, there have been a few rank changes. Loccian is now a Contessa, Octavian is an Esquire, Gideon is Grand Duke, Kamala.. Grand Duchess, and Maverick is Prince. Valkis will be promoted pending a short conversation with me following this meeting." With that, the King flicked his tail and fell silent to allow his subjects time to speak.

"Speech"

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ooc; If I forgot anything screw it no seriously, tell me if I did. And if not.. well then get posting! You will reply with your wolf arriving, listening, and reacting to Gerhardt's words. They can comment, question, critique, throw a tantrum, whatever. When the deadline has passed I'll post Gerhardt again. So.. happy posting, Seracia! Here's to a quick meeting!

A pack meeting was up an on its way. The small framed dame made her way to the meeting where the Alpha sat waiting for the rest of the pack to show.She took a seat upon her haunches and waited for the meeting to begin. This must be something important due to the fact that the Alpha was determined to make sure everyone showed up. What ever was to be said in this meeting it had to be important. After a few minutes the meeting had begun. She sat there listing to all that was said and soaking up the words that was said. It was a worthy amount of knowledge that she indeed agreed with as to being very important. An alliance with Glaciem, and a wedding for Chrysanthe and Maverick. The next thing that caught her attention competitions that involved a lot of skills that she was not that strong in those fields. As the meeting came to an end she saw the pack begin to get up and leave. Segolia did not have anything to address to the Alpha. So she decided to leave until another time.Her paws carried her away from the spot that the meeting was held. [Exit Segolia Unless Stopped] Speech,

Loccian had been resting in her den when a howl woke her from a long nap. Legs stretched out before her, back arched, jaws parted in a large yawn. It took a few moments but she soon was lifting herself off the soft ground, giving a quick shake to dismiss any dirt or leaves from her fur then was off. From the sound of it, it had been the King, he didn't call for the pack often so she figured this would be a meeting of some sort. It brought curiousity for the small shewolf, wondering what e would discuss with the pack. Maybe he would finally tell them what had happened to Lady Adette who had been gone for a few days now after Loccian had treated her for her illness. Arriving she spotted the King sitting upon a large rock, the very spot he had called the pack together. With a smile she moved forward, dipping her head to him in greeting before taking a seat before him, being one of the first to arrive after his call. Ears perked up as he began to speak, he would be telling the pack what has been going on the past few weeks and how it involved them. The first order of business, the announcement of a new member, Bronze. Grey eyes looked toward the male with a smile and light dip of her head, a feeling forming inside of her, pride? Possibly fr she had brought him here, adding another to their ranks. Next was Ghost's pups, causing the shewolf to look back to him. Yes, her and Segar, if he had not jumped in then it could have been her brother, Octavian. This thought caused a light sigh to escape her lips as she cast a glance towards her brother, looking away when the King continued on to talk about alliances with Glaciem and Ludicael who would be coming in days for a friendly competition. Her head tilted at this, it sounded interesting and she would like to join in on the fun. They would come for a day then Seracia would do the same in their land. What he said next caused Loccian's eyes to go wide and jaws part in surprise, Gerhardt had split from Lady Adette and she left Seracia. How could this happen? She seemed okay the last time she seen the Queen. He didn't seem to want to continue on that for her quickly went on to talk about an alliance with Valhalla that would be tied with a marriage between Maverick and their beta Chrysanthe. She quickly searched for the male, wondering how he would react to such news. Would this be the first he heard of it? Or did his father talk to him about it before he came to annoucned all this? Moving on, there was a new ranking system, no longer based on abilities but instead on respect and place in the pack. He named off the ranks and how much respect they held in the pack, even going on to announce those who had moved up. Loccian being the first, being named a Contessa. Her smile had turned into a rather large grin, ears folding back in embarrassment but held her head high with pride for she was just below the Duke and Duchess but above the others. She took a moment of this before looking to the others who had been given new ranks, dipping her head to them before turning back to the King as he finished. Loccian took this time to clear her throat, pushing herself and bowing her head to the King. Thank you for naming Contessa my King, it is an honor. She lifted her head to look up to him with a smile before turning to face the others, dipping her head to them as well. Congratulations to Octavian for being named Esquire, I am proud of you brother. Also congrats to Gideon, Kamala, and Maverick. You earned it. She smiled a them all for a few moments before turning away and looking back to Gerhardt, a sudden seriousness crossing her face and filling her tone along with sadness. As for Lady Adette, I am sorry my King. I hope you are doing well after finding out that information, if you need anything just come find me. With that she bowed to him once more before taking a seat. "normal. talk. think. you."

As always the golden boy was nearby, his adventures respectfully confined to pack lands. The howl was heard and promptly head snapped up and paws were moving his lithe form towards the sound before he even gave it a conscious thought. A pack meeting? How exciting... He had never really been a part of a pack meeting before, his mother had never formally held one in his time seeing as their pack consisted of family and two others who were always around. In Valhalla he had been around for a while but never for a pack meeting, it seemed that nothing was worth saying in his time there. So this was his first and he couldn't help but feel excited. Pace quickened to an easy lope as he turned towards the sound, though he already knew where he was going.

A slow smile slid over dark lips as he approached the area that Gerhardt had originally founded the pack. Head was lowered respectfully, a tail licking at his heels as he approached the king. "My lord." A simple and respectful greeting as head was dipped so nose touched the ground before the male. After a moment he backed up, careful not to bump into anyone before seating himself to listen. Eventually others came and finally Gerhardt spoke. He moved over topics easily and Cynrik's features were kept respectfully neutral though the whole speech. Though a slight wag of his tail was given at the comment of games with another pack. That sounded exceptionally fun. But Lady Addette had left them? And Mavrik was getting married? It would be a lovely wedding no doubt but still...

He looked to Loccien as she spoke, congratulating everyone and he smiled at her. Finally he looked back to their king and cleared his throat. "I would wish to speak with you more about the nature of these alliances if you would allow me that honor?" Cynrik asked easily, giving Gerhardt the ability to say no easily but he was honestly curious. Interpack relations had always been his passion and the nature of the alliances truly interested him. He wasn't interested in questioning Gerhardt's judgement, more just picking his brain.

Speech!

So much had happened, whispers had passed through the pack, secrets hissing like snakes. Many of them revolved his father and mother, and Maverick had tried not to listen. He knew what had happened, but no one else knew the true facts, not yet. It was a family matter, and Maverick wasn't sure if his father would ever reveal what had truly happened. Not that he should ever have to, really, it was his business, not the pack's. The pack had lost a queen, his father had lost a wife. A call rang out, and Maverick sprung to action. He had expected a pack meeting, what with everything that had happened lately. He'd heard of alliances as well, and rank adjustments. It was high time his father squelched all the rumors and possible lies that were floating around. He was among the first to arrive, as he'd planned to be, and settled himself beside his father, where his mother would have been had she still been here. It was time he started really acting like a Prince. So far he'd been so enamored with Epiphron he hadn't given much attention to his position, but that was about to change. He still adored the gorgeous Valhallan, but it was high time he made his father's life easier. He suspected his father would appreciate that. As he settled beside the King he watched the others arrive, he heard their murmurings but paid no mind. No doubt they wondered where the Queen was, and why she was not seated beside the King. They would soon know, soon, they would know everything - or rather, what they needed to know. That was politics, wasn't it? As the crowd slowly stopped growing, the Prince focused his attention upon the King as the speech began. It was droll and long, but packed with information. Maverick's eyes would follow his father's motion to the new wolf, Bronze. He looked.. old, by first impression, but Maverick tried not to think like that. He must have skills if his father had allowed him in. Next was information about Segar and Ghost, who were expecting children. Maverick had heard about that already. Glaciem was mentioned, then Ludicael. Maverick was surprised to hear of the games coming up. Finally, a chance to prove himself! The Prince's face broke into a smile. Next came the information of the divorce, and the dethroning of the Queen. He tried not to look at the reactions of the Seracians at this news. Then came information he did not know, information he had not expected. He was to be married.. to a Valhallan.. to Chrysanthe. That was Epiphron's sister. His jaw unhinged, lower half dropping an inch agape. Was Gerhardt serious about this? He fought the urge to protest, and swallowed his pride. If Gerhardt needed this to happen for the alliance, Maverick would have to grin and bear it, for the good of Seracia. For the good of Seracia. It would become his mantra as he chanted it in his mind, now only half listening to the rest of the speech. When it came time for responses, Maverick still remained silent, listening to others speak up. One left without saying anything, she was a newer one, Segolia. Loccian spoke, offering her congratulations. Maverick gulped and nodded his head politely to her, but offered no verbal thanks. He could not form words just yet. Finally, when he could be silent no longer, he offered up a question, speaking it as meekly as he could. "Father, when will the wedding take place?" He really meant, how much time did he have as a bachelor? How much time did he have with Epiphron? Did she already know? He could barely breathe, but on the outside he worked hard to appear as calm and placid as always, though is tail fidgeted every now and then. "speeeeech"

The dame of an ivory pelt stumbled through the lands of Ser... what was its name? Why couldn't she remember? The voices were relentless:God damn it Ghost! Focus! Let the poor dear sleep! Look at her she's exhausted! And swollen with life! Bastard pups! She will kill them she will! Ha! If she even makes it to term, she's flesh and bone now! Her abdomen looks like something from a cartoon! She pawed at her cranium, gouging scratches into the already scabbed over flesh, she cried, a soft, barely there whine that ripped from her larynx against her will. She wanted them to stop. Please, please, please make it stop. They wouldn't of course, they offered her no quarter, no mercy. The voices pressed upon her like a plague and that fucking healer was intent on saving her. Why? Why did she have to fight this?

She was walking somewhere, she couldn't remember why or where, why had she stood? Why had she risen? Why was she alone? That god damned healer was usually cramming one herb or another down her throat, forcing her to eat drink, take medicine. She wanted to snap her snout in two, she wanted to stop trying. She wanted this suffering to end, she wanted her mind to stop breaking! A violent cough racked her form and her legs trembled, bowing beneath her and she hit the ground with a dull thump, blood trickling from her parted maw. For an instant, a split second the noise in her head went utter still and she could remember, could see everything with a perfectly clarity.

She loved Segar, it was his pups that she carried within the whole of her womb. She was a countess of Seracia? Or so the King had not demoted her yet, although she couldn't fathom why. She was mad, utterly insane and her body was just twisting in a macabre way to match her mind. He should kill her. The pups would be better off not seeing daylight. A pack meeting had been called, she was trying to pull her broken body too it, wherever it may be. On will alone, she forced her body to stand and she trembled beneath the weight of the pups and the lack of nutrition her body had received. She was dying, slowly but surely she was dying.

She made it, at least to the point where she was in range and in sight. She let her legs give out beneath her and she hit the earth with a dull and resounding thump. It was clear she was with pup and only barely had she managed to take the force of the impact to her chest rather than her belly. Her ribs suctioned her flesh against them with every breath she took and her legs were naught but sticks beneath her. Her face, gaunt and sunken in. She had never quite appeared like her namesake as she did now. She had her mind, it was her own... again. For how long, she knew not, when she was dismissed she would attempt to find food. If she died it wouldn't matter, but she was fighting for the life that grew within her body and they needed nourishment... but she keep this random bout of sanity? Could she maintain it once again?

She succeeded in remaining unnoticed. The Kings gaze barely dusted upon her crumpled form, if he had at all acknowledged her. His words reached her, and she did her best to listen, treaties and alliances... they were for the alpha and the beta not for the peasants like her. She would have no reason to be a part of such discussion. She stayed silent, keeping to her namesake, all she wished was to be dismissed, and hopefully... live long enough to birth these pups. Segar deserved that, at least.

Speech!

When Bane heard his alpha's howl his head snapped up from the river he drank from. A meeting it seemed. Bane didn't care for these sort of things, always a bunch of blah blah if you think about it. But he had to go, and to he did. Along the river and to the clearing where Gerhardt sat surrounded by other Seracians. The grey lupine stalked up to the ring of wolves and laid down on the outside, his ears perked forward to listen to everything his alpha said.

Bane said nothing when Gerhardt was done, his announcements not really cause for concern. He'd travel to the various events happening, make a few kills for the feast and be on with his life. As Bane turned to leave his thoughts shifted to the she-wolf Destruction. He wondered if she was doing all right.

Octavian had already been in the lands and had come to the meeting rather early yet had sat and watched while listening patiently. His black ears listened to the words of his king as news of every kind was mentioned. Through everything his face showed no emotion as he sat there...listening. Only a small smile appeared on his face as Gerhardt mentioned his promotion as he did his sister's.

A grateful nod was given as he then heard Loccian's congratulations.

"I am proud of you sister as you are of me." he said in return to her.

This was good news but the news before that would make the smile fade. It was sad to see two split apart but Octavian knew what would be in order. He would probably have another chat with his King as he had picked him up a while back as well. Octavian owed it to Gerhardt but at the same time wanted to help. With one death of his love in the past he knew what loss felt like even though Adette was still alive.

No words were spoken or fell from his lips; he still sat there calm and intent on his haunches.

So much news was now received and Octavian had acquired quite a bit of it. As the meeting ended he stood up. With a swift nod to his king and a friendly nuzzle to his sister he was off on his way with a mind full of knowledge. Octavian sought to roam the forests for a bit more before e would have a chat, brute to brute, a friendly conversation with each other.

He hadn't seen ghost since she arrived at the den what felt like months ago, but he knew she would be at the meeting, she just had to, and when she arrived, he had a treat for her. Seeing her broke his heart. the mother of his children was withering into nothing.He crept toward Ghost, meat hanging from his mouth. He had never seen the creature he had nearly ripped in two before. A lizard...Or at least it walked like one...It was nearly ten times the size of the lizards he had seen in the forests he was used to. The tail itself dragged onto the floor and it was covered in meaty spines. He nudged the meal towards her, flashing a grin to Gerhardt as he announced the soon to be arrival of his pups. He kissed her cheek and nuzzled her gently. She needed her strength.Needed to stay healthy. After the meeting he would follow her and find out where she was hiding, do everything in his power to make sure she was healthy and happy. Speech,

The crimson boy had heard Gerhardt's call... so he followed it to what appeared to be a meeting. He sat down, listening to everything he had to say. Nothing grabbed his attention... except the fact that him and Adette had split. When had this happened? And where had she gone? A growl bubbled within his chest as Gerhardt quickly dropped the subject. Didn't seem like he cared very much about it. Once he was done speaking Valkis slithered up to him, stopping a few feet away. "I think it's time we speak, you and I. Alone." And with that he turned away, taking off toward the border. Later that night he would call for his "father". Questions would be asked then. Speech,

The howl that summoned her was her own father's, and without a complaint, Kamala slipped off to find its source. There, she joined the Kingdom of Seracia, emerald gaze dancing around to take it all in. Segar and Ghost sat together; Maverick sat beside her father. Padding forward carefully, Kamala claimed her slightly belated spot a few feet to the side of Maverick and her father, but near the leaders of her Kingdom all the same. After all, she was almost a part of them. Sort of. The future wife of Gideon, she was the Grand Duchess of their Kingdom. Some of those titles made sense. Others didn't. She still wasn't sure how to react, how to feel. But if it helped the wolf that had given her life, then she would do it. The female sat quietly as her father spoke, tail flicking a little at the mention of her brother. It was interesting that his engagement was pack news, and yet hers was not. What was the difference? Was it simply that the wolves of his pack would find out soon enough about Kamala and Gideon? Or something else all together? Ears twitching a little, the female resolved to ask that later, perhaps, curling her tail slightly as she listened to the comforting words of her proud brown father. Despite the solemn nature of his speech, it still reminded her of her puphood, when he had soothed burns and an aching heart with those same words. Adette had played a part as well, of course, a huge part, and the thought made her heart ache. As Gerhardt wrapped up his speech, Kamala rose to her paws, padding towards her father, only to come to a stop as Valkis approached the male as well. She waited for a moment to give them a semblance of privacy, half opening her maw to call for her crimson brother before sighing, watching him retreat and flattening her ears against her skull in a moment of sadness. "Father," she dipped her head respectfully as she approached the male, "Maverick." She greeted the two, leaning forward to nudge Maverick's cheek slightly, "Congratulations on your engagement, Mav." Kamala grinned a little as she turned her gaze towards her father, "What is Ludicael like, Father?" This question was why she had approached the two. She wanted to know; indeed, she ought to know, as the Grand Duchess of Seracia, this was something that she should know.

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Coulter saw Lord Gerhardt sitting in an open area. He trotted over to see what was going on. ?A pack meeting? Lovely.? He murmured happily. Sitting down amongst the others, he listened carefully to what the Alpha had to say.

Gliding from between the trees, the multi-hued dame glided forward, vanishing amongst the sea of strangers. She had been on a hunt, quite far from the place of meeting and it had taken her a brief moment to reach it, not that it put much of a strain on her. The infection in her leg had been tended too and it was healing, but it smarted now. She ignored it. Finding an open crevice amongst the sea of people she was now to consider family she brought her body to a halt. Golden eyes flickering to and from the crowds as Gerhardt spoke his peace. She cared little that her joining hadn't been mentioned, she liked her solitude. Attention had never been something she prided herself on nor would it ever be. She would be a stranger to these wolves until they approached her. She had been raised to fear social interactions and she dared not approach these wolves, no matter how diverse they had been. Her head dipped lightly, a show of respect at the King's words, but she did not speak. Twas not her place. She waited, unmoving, unshakeable for the king to dismiss her. "Speech"

The morning had been silent. Though Bronze had been in the pack for surely longer than a week now, he had yet to meet any of the others. His time had been spent mostly in solitude, his mind and body directed towards healing his wounds. Loccian had done wonders in reinvigorating his spirit, breathing new life into the tired brute with her unwavering kindness. He was sure he felt something towards her, though whether it was more friend friendship he had yet to consider. Gerhardt summoned all of Seracia, and his call echoed through the lands, the male's voice bounding off the stone walls of the den he had claimed as his own. It was small, not entirely comfortable, but it was hidden from the rest, and the seclusion was worth it. With little effort the male pulled himself to all fours, feeling a surge of energy as he once again realized the pain in his side was almost gone. The scar would remain, as would the one on his neck, a reminder of his own weakness and his terrifying mortality. He navigated the lands with some hesitation -- mostly he had been skirting about the borders, unsure whether he should make his presence readily known. In general he preferred to stay to himself. As he carried himself toward the small gathering of wolves that had begun to arrive, he seated himself comfortably near Loccian, reclining on haunches beside her. A simple smile was given in greeting; though he wanted badly to lean and nudge her gently, he was unsure whether the display of obvious affection was warranted at a time like this. Before long the King began to speak, addressing quite a few things. Bronze felt a bit detached from the gathering -- he was introduced, and gave a simple nod of his head -- but he had no real reaction to the rest of the news. Pups were being born, weddings were being prepared for, the Queen had left, alliances were being forged. Also, there would be events with another one of their alliances. It all felt rather too formal, and Bronze found his eyes straying to watch the wolves that listened so attentively. He was reminded so strongly of his childhood -- talk of weddings and alliances and Queens and all that. The life of a rogue was much less... full. It certainly was simpler, albeit more difficult. Tail twitched behind him as he sat, temporarily consumed by nostalgia. He had nothing to say, no questions to ask, and so he sat silently, very much like a statue, hazel stare revealing little of whatever might lie beneath.

He was a bit late, but as quickly as he could the man would skate towards his brother's summons. Besides, it was a bit, natural, for him to go into nearly anything late. Plus, it gave him the chance to see if anyone else was slacking, and hey, as Grand Duke, it was pretty fitting for him to make sure everyone else was in line, right? His muscular frame would settle beside his brother and he would look at him with interest as he spoke and as certain things were discussed. Hopefully, he wouldn't forget anything else important.

He watched appraisingly for their reactions. Much had been said, and he was sure there would be those who didn't agree with some of it, and those who agreed wholeheartedly. As a King, he knew he could not please everyone, though he desperately wished he could. Head would swing to watch one of the newer members, Segolia, leave of her own accord. He was not irked by this, as her presence had already been noted and her further attendance was not required. Loccian was next to react, offering a thanks and congratulations. The King smiled, always impressed with her courtesy and humble nature. "I have seen better days," would be all he would offer the Contessa on his mental state. He had to be strong for his pack, even if inside he felt like his heart was breaking. Cynrik would speak up next, eloquent voice inquiring more about the alliances that had been spoken about. Gerhardt gave him a nod. "Of course, I have some things I'd like to share with you about the very same topic." He had a plan for Cynrik, if the male was up for it.

His son would speak next, clearly shaken up by the news of his engagement. The father could read his son, and he knew that Maverick was petrified. "In the Winter, my son." Not much more would be spoken on that matter at the current time, as he and Maverick could easily talk about such things later. Ghost's presence was noted, but nothing came from her lips. He also noted her heavily pregnant form, and was intent upon seeing to it that her pups were born here. Bane came as well, but likewise, said nothing. Octavian spoke, but to his sister Loccian. A smile was offered to the man, but the King gave no words. Segar was present, as was Valkis. Valkis gave him a stern request, and the monarch gave a nod. "Of course," he knew what was coming.

Kamala came, brightening his mood considerably, and the King gave her a gentle smile. She offered a polite congratulations to Maverick and then gave a question. She wanted to know about Ludicael. "Ah yes, Ludicael. They are a rather.. relaxed pack, though I'm not certain that's the proper word. They work together when they need to, but they also lead independent lives. I have only met their leader - the Sol - her name is Jupiter and she is very kind. She's actually a native of this land," Words were directed mostly to his daughter, but voice carried far enough for the others to hear, if they were curious.

Coulter's presence was noted with a simple nod and kind smile. Elphaba came next, and the King realized he had not introduced her as he had Bronze. "Forgive me for not announcing your presence, I was uncertain if you were going to come today." He would not have blamed her had she not, as she was new and probably unsure of gathering in groups. Noted then was Bronze, and finally, Gideon. A nod was given to each of them before he glanced at the group as a whole - those who remained. "Is there anything else that I have failed to address? Any comments, questions, or concerns?"

"Speech"

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