The negotiations happened in the Palace's Great Hall.
A space that had been cleared and prepared for precisely this kind of assembly — a neutral ground where beings of vastly different natures could meet without immediate threat of violence. The Hall was enormous, with high ceilings that could accommodate creatures of various sizes. Magical barriers separated different atmospheric zones so that beings who required different environmental conditions could exist comfortably in the same space.
Lord sat at the center of the Hall.
Not on a throne. Not elevated above anyone else. Simply seated on a stone that Owen had carried in personally, positioned so that he could be seen and heard by all parties.
On his right stood Gorvax, with Seri beside him. The ancient Sower had insisted on being present, and the assembled powers had not objected. On Lord's left stood Owen, with Yuki standing slightly behind, and the five hatchlings forming a protective semicircle.
