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Aerlinde Ithildin couldn't help but feel frustrated at the sight before her, a large crowd of people. Some of them were summoned like her and her brother, and they were not the target of her ire, but a significant number of them were definitely Stewards.

The same Stewards who had disappeared who knows where, leaving the burden the Order had taken upon itself to people who had been wholly unprepared for their sudden absence. There had been none qualified left to take this weight upon themselves, but needs must, and so she, the discoverer of the fact, had volunteered.

It had been so very hard, but she had persevered. She hadn't been able to stop the degradation though, and now, when it had gotten to the point of no return, they dared return? Call upon others to fix their mistake? Their negligence? No, mere frustration might not be the right word. Anyone who knew her would be able see she was beyond livid, despite trying not to show it.

What had passed had passed after all, and they should focus on a solution, instead of pointing fingers.

Her brother Caladion, also in the room, was likewise in a bad mood. Not just because of the terrible situation they found themselves in, but also the fact that his daughter, Gilthoniel, had not returned home yet. This was not a rare occurrence, but with everything happening, he couldn't help but fear the worst.