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The great balcony was a sight to behold; golden railings ran the length of the three sides that lay exposed to the outside. The wall facing inwards into the interior of the building was a tapestry of stained glass, ornate shapes and colors danced across the crystalline surface. His feet clicked on the marble tile of the ground, his arms strict at his sides, as if restrained by some force and his hateful eyes pointed forward, though a cruel smile crept onto his lips. As he approached the wall of tempered glass, a grand sound resonated in the open air, though if Fe'rein had heard or cared at all he chose not to show outwardly so.
"Fe'rein mion, you have returned unscathed I see," called the voice over the expanse of the air and Fe'rein regard him with a critical eye though not bothering to turn as he passed by the diminutive form of the orderly whose name he had chosen not to remember. The orderly opened his mouth to say more, but Fe'rein continued on. Fe'rein moved through the wall next to the metallic port and remerged with in the confines of the inner chambers of the highest echelons of the Deliberations, the personal chambers of High Marshall Kyien. His seat being the only of singular power within all of Culouth, second only to the seclusion of the tribunal of the Intelligence.