Editing A New World (section)

=== PART 4! ===
The room we are greeted with is on the medium-ish side, with high ceilings, and a large table in the middle. It's in a U shape, with eight seats and a person in seven of them. Even though I noticed this, the first thing I noticed was the faces of the people… Unimpressed, irritated, and bored was the expression that looked like it had been copied and pasted to each of them, two women and three men. There were only two people that did not have this expression, and they were the two sitting at the bottom (Or top if you are walking into the room) of the table. They were two women, sitting next to each other, both in their sixties. 

“Ah Kila, you are here.” Said the older woman on the left.

Kila starts fighting as Troy calmly walks in and leans on the wall behind us. 

“Hello, Mrs. Linala.”

I can tell Kila is extremely nervous.

“Breath,” I whisper to her. 

She glances at me, takes a deep breath, and takes a step forward.

“Good afternoon members of the Table.” She says.

“What have you come to see us about Mis Kiloruz?” Said the other older women (this time on the right)

“I have brought someone, a traveler.”

The woman on the left side of the table that is closest to us scoffs.

“Oh, joy! Another stranger, really Kila, I thought you would have learned by now!” 

She’s in her early forties, with silvery blonde hair, with green eyes the color of a snake's scales.

“Yes, after the last time, you of all people should know that we do not appreciate your taste in strangers, young girl.” Said the man that was sitting next to her.

“We appreciate your incite Kila, but why don’t you let the more senior members of the table decide from now on if we let strangers into the village.” Said the youngest member of the table, a man in his late thirties or early forties. 

“After all, the last time you brought someone into the village he was a traitor and killed twenty-five of our people so I don’t think-“ Started the second woman before she was interrupted. 

“With all due respect madam,” Said Troy pushing off the wall.

“What happened that night was NOT Kila’s fault as we all well know. I am not a politician or would be here as well, but if I remember correctly you are only here because of your lineage.” He looks toward the two men

“You are here because you both own a large share of the crops, and you both would let the people starve if you were NOT at this table.”

He turns to the other women who had first talked. 

“And lastly ma’am remembers, your husband is the one who got you that seat, and we know that that was no law-abiding task. So do not pin an event that was not my sister's fault when none of your hands are clean.” He said having finished his piece and leaning back onto the wall.

The room was deathly silent. No one even breathed.

“Mr. Troy, while what you said was not necessarily incorrect,” said the older woman at the head of the table on the left.

“That was not your place to say, and was not your honor to defend.” Said the other looking toward Kila whose checks had turned red.

The two women who seem to be the head of the Table, look toward me. 

“What is your name.” Said the one on the left.

I take a step forward and take a deep breath.

“My name is ɤɣʥɮ, but I am known as Avel here.”

She looks me dead in the eyes, her eyes seeming to pulse a dim light.

“Very well Avel, my name is Vacolian, but you may call me Vacol. This is my sister,” She said gesturing toward the woman on the right.

“My name is Uliana.” She said nodding.

“We are the Elders of the Table,” She said continuing.

“We are the heads or the final decision makers of the Table, the Table is an oligarchy rule.” She says.