The buzz and excitement within the banquet hall was high. Lords and heads from across the South had gathered for the occasion.
Soft music drifted through the hall as countless conversations unfolded beneath the glow of crystal chandeliers.
A great deal of attention was focused on the candidates who had displayed exceptional talent during the Proving. Particularly, the primary descendants of the city lords. Each was in attendance, surrounded by swarms of nobles eager to strike up conversations and curry favor.
"What are the chances he simply doesn't show up?" City Lord Ociden asked.
He stood alongside the other city lords, their collective presence alone enough to discourage anyone from approaching. There were smiles on their faces as they watched their children bask in attention.
At Ociden's words, several expressions became less pleasant. Should that boy arrive now, most of the attention their children were receiving would vanish instantly.
