And a crowd it was. Over a hundred and fifty of the empowered mortals fill the main hall, with their leader, the elder elf, sitting on a throne at the back of the room, resplendent in ornate golden armor, clearly for show, and not actual combat capability. Given how beings of their power level typically fight, though, it's probably not much of a hindrance, anyway.<br/><br/>It's a very good thing noone in the crowd is armed, either, because the looks they give Draiss are hatred and fury, mixed with disgust, not even disguising their emotions towards him, as he advances, even after their leader's reassurances and pleasant words towards Draiss, greeting him and welcoming him to the Grand Cathedral of the Light.