When Evan arrived at the Council Hall, the Elder Spirits were already seated, along with the commanders of Tír Síorghlas' military who had been close enough to attend.
The meeting had apparently already started, and as Evan entered, a spirit pulled out a chair for him, and he took a seat.
Over the past two months, some of the Elder Spirits' attitudes toward him had changed. While a few had become more cordial, others remained tense or openly hostile.
However, the binding contract between them prevented any of them from acting on those feelings, so Evan paid them little attention.
Since they didn't like him to begin with, he kept his interactions with them, and anything or anyone under their command, to a bare minimum.
Just as Evan yawned and was about to rest his head on the table until the discussion reached something requiring his input, Caeril suddenly addressed him.
"Sir Evan. Thank you for the service in today's operation."
"You're welcome."