Sun Mote Copse Whispering in parlour rumours

Wraen was glad that she had managed to catch Phox in the rare moment of peace and quiet. He did not look as worn out as Niamh was, but - perhaps - that kind of change was less visible in a person, who was not such an example of outstanding beauty as his wife was. And this was meant as a compliment. 

"Hi," she greeted him and joined his sunbathing spot, sitting down at a polite and comfortable distance for them both. "I won't interrupt your break for long - I came here on business, in fact," she said. "I would like to offer you a place in the Council as a fellow Honoree. I see you as a very valuable asset to our team and I think it is time we instilled some balance there as well. Too many head-strong females against just one Eljay hardly seem fair," Wraen smiled.