At High Lord Hercullio's arrival, the doors to the assembly hall were opened. The leader of the Veresyah's, antlered-folk, straightened his back as he stepped forward to greet the lord with the others. The Morfaers were present as well. They were as courteous as the other creatures within the room.
However, Lord Hercullio's indifferent expression was the only response they received.
"Speak." The golden-eyed man coldly spoke as he set his eyes on the small crowd.
"My Lord, the ravens have returned." The Morfaer leader said. His voice is laced with sadness. "Out of twenty birds, only two returned. However, they perished a few minutes later. There is poison in their blood."
"None of the pathfinders came back. All were slaughtered." The Veresyah clan chief shook his head with a mournful sigh. As the rest took in the information, their faces morphed into unease.