Round 96

Silra steps forward with fluid grace despite her exhaustion, gesturing toward a reinforced door. "Perhaps we should all step into a more private area for this discussion?" Her teal eyes flicker between the tall woman and the soldiers. "I assure you, none of us wants an... incident... in front of our current guests." The twin robed figures exchange a silent look before moving as one unit toward the back room she indicated.

Jeane's wings shift restlessly as she assesses the situation with narrowed crimson eyes. "You want to play it smart? Fine," she says, her voice dripping with contempt. She turns to Halia with a reassuring smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Sweetie, why don't you and Hera wait in the back room? I'll handle our... guests here. You know how persuasive I can be when motivated." Silra's gaze sharpens as she watches Jeane—her dominant figure but one whose impulsiveness worries her.*

In the tense silence that follows, Halia kneels slowly, hands open and visible. "We had no intention of causing trouble," she says, voice steady despite the terror clutching her stomach. The sheer military force arrayed against them makes her want to vomit—but she can't let that show.* "We came here in good faith, seeking to... to join your organization." She glances sideways at the tall woman, trying to read any flicker of expression.