We're in a grand hall.
Draped from the ceiling's center, strands of pink pearls line the walls while iridescent shell mosaics depict battle scenes across the glowing, golden room. It's about three times the size of the Docking Station and the entire floor stands packed with Mybyncians in a myriad of colored floor length tunics. But I'm too focused on everything else to really notice the crowd of sage bodies, especially with the impressive throne positioned high in the center of the room.
It's fashioned from the same glowing golden coral and below it, three identical thrones sit, still towering high above the Mybyncians' heads. All four seats are occupied but from this angle, it's difficult to make out anything. Qippert moves through the crowd, leaving Salva to remain with us at the tunnel's entrance.
"Your Majesty, Chancellor Keller," his voice projects, "may I present Fychu Sympse and the humans of Harrizel."