Yyrees quickly makes her way from the inn, expecting the others to follow. Just outside the courtyard, she stoops into a small storage tent and unlocks her storage locker in the corner. Her tree hut was not spacious, so she kept most her belongings on the ground.

From her case, she picked up a thin but strong belt with assorted pouches hanging from it. She looked quickly through them to make sure all was in place.

Slowly, she lifted out a small box and opened it. Sighing with resignation, she lifted out an amulet hung on a silver chain. It spun in the air, light reflecting off it's intricate lines. It formed the Seal of the High Council and displayed her authority for all to witness. She hoped it would not be needed. Yyrees tucked it into a pouch and buckled the belt on, stepping outside of the tent and waiting for the others to catch up.