When the elderly elf finally returned to her seat, the hall took a while to regain its rhythm, everyone there seemed to respect that elf very much.
Yrneha struck the tip of her staff twice on the floor, and the sound of wood against wood put everyone back on the root benches, earning a discreet, grateful nod from the elderly elf.
A bluish mist rose from the center of the round table and drew in the air a miniature map of the plain, with the walls of Thalendor on one side, the line of elven soldiers just ahead, and an enormous mass of yellow dots representing the Players, who were spread across the open field with no formation at all.
"Before we continue," Yrneha said, "the Council needs to know what Astralis Requiem can offer. I know the strength of each of them individually, but I have never seen them as a whole. Mr. Dylan?"
