Orin's steps were calm, a light smile hanging from his face as he looked toward the Grand Elder. He met the latter's gaze without the slightest sign of taking a step back.
For a moment, the Grand Elder didn't say anything, as though waiting to see if Orin would fold. But after a moment, he revealed a toothy and crooked grin.
"I was under the impression that the Matriarch wouldn't appear, and it seems like I was correct. What I was wrong about was that the pride of our Sect would also come to participate in such a small event. I'll have to apologize for my oversight, then."
"It's not a big deal," Orin said with a wave of the hand. "This year's gathering has gained Master's attention for a few reasons, not the least of which is news of some trouble brewing near the greeting region this year. I heard that there were some issues with the Nightingale Sect, is it?"
