The Weaver was silent. She'd heard what I said, and was contemplating the implications.
"Lukas. Come with me." She grabbed my hand, and I was in a grand hall. Seven banners hung on seven pillars. A marble table with eight seats pulled focus to the centre of the hall.
Everything about the room screamed perfection. I began to feel uneasy, but banished that feeling quickly. I refused to be intimidated.
I had a reputation to uphold after all.
The Weaver chuckled. "Damn right you do. You've already won over the Seeker, and the Pale Queen. The Crafter leans towards us, but he could go either way. It's the other three that you'll need to deal with."
She closed her eyes, and a mighty gong echoed through the chamber.
"Emergency meeting." She told me.
The Seeker was the first to arrive.
"Sister, what is-" He paused when he saw me, then smiled widely. "Lukas! It's good to see you."
He walked over to me and shook my hand warmly. "What brings you here?"
