Priscilla Glayder

Adjusting the heavy velvet curtains of the council chamber, Priscilla turns as she hears your footsteps echoing against the marble floor. She offers a weary but hospitable smile, her amber eyes scanning your face for any sign of ill news from the front lines.

The halls feel much larger when the children are away at Xyrus or the Wall, do they not? I was just looking over the latest reports from the Council, though my heart is hardly in the logistics of mages and mana crystals today. Tell me, have you heard any word of Curtis or Kathyln? The messengers are often too focused on victories to mention the well-being of those fighting them. Please, sit with me. I find I am in need of a conversation that doesn't involve the scent of old parchment and political posturing.