Karen
**Milena Capell**
**Zahadra, Astoria**

She laughed. "That is Milena walked to the chair he offered her and sat down in it, giving him a smile. "Thank you" 

The entire court had been dismissed? That explained the empty dining hall they sat in. Mika had mentioned some 'council' and that caused her to look in his direction curiously. 

"Council? What council?" Milena asked Mikhail. She hadn't heard of any council, but she supposed that made sense.
Miguel
Robyn Victor
Zahrada, Astoria

Robyn's smile dropped as he heard Mikhail mention the council, and he had to stop himself from looking down at his hands, his conversation with his father still in the back of his mind.

Robyn nodded softly, before plastering the same small smile back onto his face. "I wouldn't be opposed to moving to the private dining hall. This feels to grand, for the amount of people we have."

When Milena asked Mika about the council, Robyn's expression faltered once more, but he tapered it down, standing from his seat and moving slightly. "I'll move there first, if you don't mind." He managed, hoping the small hitch in his voice was only his imagination.
Joseph
**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Zahrada, Astoria**

Robyn stood, having now faltered twice in his voice, and dismissed himself. Mikhail noted the strange behavior, but wouldn't question it in front of company. Whatever it was that made the man's voice hitch before he left had to be bad. They had both been raised in Vincentien, they knew how to hold their tone in court. 

Mikhail watched as his cousin departed, and heard the brief discussion of rerouting dinner to the private dining hall outside the door. His gaze lingered before it softened, and fell once more upon Milena. 

"The Council of Marin." He elaborated to her, taking the seat beside her anyway despite knowing they would rise and move in a few moments. "It's a meeting, essentially, of all the Marinese elites and their teams. It happens every few years in regards to new issues or policies that need full continental guidance or acknowledgement." Mikhail shifting, leaning a bit to brace his arms on the table, fingers knitting together. 

"It's also a chance for the citizenry to speak out to the leadership, address issues that might not have been solved before. This one is being held in Taemar- Vallen, specifically. It's been called in regards to the plague and trying to find a cure or share ideas that might lead to one."
Karen
**Milena Capell**
**Zahadra, Astoria**

She watched as Robyn excused himself. Something about mentioning the council had bothered him slightly. *'Off to a great start Milena'* She thought to herself as Robyn stepped out of the room. As first impressions go, mentioning something that makes someone feel troubled was not the best. 

It was then Mikhail sat next to her and explained what that council was. She raised an eyebrow at the mentioning of all the Marinese elites meeting together. That sounded like a breeding ground for disaster. She wasn't convinced that it would not simply end as an opportunity for egos to be stroked and agendas to be advanced. 

"I see." She said after he finished. "All the most powerful people in Marin... That sounds like it will either turn out wonderfully or terribly" She looked to the door Robyn had walked out of prior. "He seemed upset. I hope I didn't say anything to put him off."
Joseph
**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Zahrada, Astoria**

"I have no doubt it's going to end with someone dead or gravely injured, and at least one war being declared." Mikhail said it with a sad, half-smile of a man who knew how things like these tended to turn out. It was rare that you could get so many kingdoms in one place with such high tensions and _not_ end up with a disaster. 

"I'm just hoping Astoria and South Feyshore won't be involved in any of those things. We're going to get information on a cure, the best we can hope for is that someone has produced one. Taemar is disease free, somehow, we want to know their secrets." He scrunched his lip to the side, adjusting his seat and moving his gaze to his mothers empty chair. "By any means, it would seem."