'They're all half-exalted,' Zephyr observed. 'Okay, maybe not all of them…' he noticed a few people with scales here and there, 'But the majority of people in here are half-exalted.'
Within the room, there were about thirteen people of varying ages, but mostly skewed towards the older side, seated at a U-shaped table, with a space for someone to talk right at the center of the room. The whole ambience gave him a feeling like he was at a parliament and about to be judged.
"Kid." A suave young man, seated closest to the door where Zephyr stood still, knocked the table lightly to draw his attention.
Zephyr's eyes focused on the man, probably in his late twenties, "Yes?" Zephyr replied.
"You were asked a question," the man lightly said.
"Oh, yeah— Yes. I'm Zephyr," he refocused his gaze on the person seated at the head of the table who had asked him the earlier question.
