<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">Once more, the woman’s piercing gaze turned to Illian, as well as the other master who had initially voiced doubt. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">“I didn’t think it necessary, because I could not fathom anyone questioning Castellis’s loyalty to this organization. Whatever you may claim that you think you remember her saying, her actions speak far louder. And for you to say that she, of all people never fully integrated with the beliefs and laws of Dimir is entirely Ironic, considering your obsession with Dreven’s apprentice.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> at this point her attention was entirely on Illian.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"> “Or had you forgotten that unless they’re proven a traitor, or outright wronged you and you go through the proper channels, you have no right to attempt to take that which belongs to another member of Dimir?”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">At this point one of the younger looking men stirred, having sat completely still up until this point. Despite appearances as a frail young man, Kedriv’s age was measured in decades and centuries, and he was one of the longest serving members of the council, his pale violet eyes focusing on Illian. The two masters of their lot who sat on the council rarely contributed to conversations, preferring not to throw their voices unless absolutely required. It was one of the reasons they were so well respected.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">“Dreven found it so concerning, your preoccupation with this girl, that he sent us a message about your unacceptable behavior. Just the two of us. So we could handle this in house.”</span>