Prince Dazlert fell silent.
His gaze became unfaltering, quietly staring at the young man in the black hat for a long moment before he simply nodded and spoke softly,
"Since that is the case, let the meeting begin."
Prince Dazlert adjusted the collar of his ornate cotton garment. Steward Babayeh, very tactfully, pushed the high-backed chair forward, aiding Prince Dazlert as he sat down again.
Dazlert took a deep breath, glanced over the high-ranking officials seated in the assembly hall, and began,
"Continuing with our previous topic on the 'Solar Cross Society,' does anyone have anything to add or declare?"
This time, Camacho, the High Priest of the Hailing Group, was the first to speak. He slightly turned his head towards the main seat, his dark brown braided hair ending with a small bell that tinkled crisply.
