Toveri Alliance: Convocation of Leaders

Make New Friends But Keep The Old...
The room was quiet; only the sound of a rapid heartbeat sitting in the lonely chair. It had been some time since it last sat at this table for a meeting such as this, evidence by the way the dust in the sunlight danced along with her nervous heart. Ten golden chairs stood around the large circular table; an upgrade due to the amount of growth the Toveri Alliance had seen in this past year. It was Samarra Inari who sat at the "head chair" as it had been her duty this past year to set up and run meetings, as well as keep them in order. She had graciously accepted such responsibility knowing that she had the support of her fellow members of the alliance at the time; as well as the aid of the additional leaders, Tristan Scalibur and Aether Cade.

But today she sat there with an unsettled heart as one of those leaders, Aether, had informed them only a few days ago that he was leaving his guild and his position on the alliance to pursue something more akin with his beliefs as a Rune Knight for the Magic Council. Samarra was happy that he had found something that fed his soul; yet she was utterly confused at the lack of communication with those of the alliance, and from what she had heard, his guild, in the fact that he was abandoning his post as a Master to take on what she thought was a more proletariat job, even if it was more hands on. She shakes her head at the thoughts racing through her head and focuses on the task at hand. She had called the nine other guild masters to allow for introductions, as at least two more more guilds had joined since their last encounter during the X800 Grand Magic Games. But the more important task at hand was electing a new leader to fill Aether's spot. And as it has been a year, Samarra only saw it fitting to allow for a complete revote for the three leaders of the alliance; giving those new guilds a chance to have a say in who leads them.

She waits patiently in the chair, waiting for the rest of the masters to show up. She plays with a loose strand of hair from her ponytail, a timeless nervous habit she has had since childhood; something spurred by the thought of who will lead this alliance next. Her train of thought is derailed as she hears the crack of the door and sees a familiar face walk through.