"So, it's come down to this has it?."
It was a bit odd, in Erys' mind that the council and association would want to meet at the Academy. But then Vincent had explained that it was best that the two companies would be better off meeting on neutral territory, and Cross Academy happened to be that neutral territory. Whatever the reason, Erys had been asked to tag along as well, if not only for what she was, but because she was also the prefect of the Academy. It was her job to oversee that nothing would get out of hand and intervene should she need to. Of course with Vincent being there, she wouldn't have to.
Vincent, on the other hand, sat at the table, watching as the other vampires and hunters approached the table, settled in the middle of the ballroom. Someone thought it a good idea to have the meeting in such a place, but Vincent couldn't protest. It was either have the meeting here, or no meeting at all. They couldn't afford to not have a meeting, so it was arranged here. He waited, watching as Theodor von Nacht entered the premises. If he was surprised that the von Nacht had shown up, he did not openly display it. Instead, he merely nodded to acknowledge the older vampire as he took a seat to his side.
All they needed was Jasper, and they could begin. The hall was filled with hunters and vampires alike, Erys sitting to the side next to Morgan and Nikki, whom she greeted with a tilt of her head. She sat on the chair, right leg folded over her left and her arms crossed against her chest. She glanced to her side and noticed Morgan and Nikki both staring at the von Nacht elder. She rose a slight eyebrow at the gesture, confusion laced in the action. She could understand the glare Morgan shot the von Nacht pure-blood, but why was Nikki holding almost a similar stare?
It wasn't a secret that the von Nacht elder had massacred his daughter and her family. Morgan had been the only survivor, as far as she knew at least. There were no others amongst the remains of the Alistair family. She shoved the thoughts to the back of her mind as she returned her attention to the table in the middle. She could feel the tension growing within the room as the hunters and vampires had a stare-down. It almost felt like an old western to Erys, in which the slightest movement would have them all at each other's throats. Instead, Erys merely kept her gaze on the table in front of her, waiting for the one who needed to appear, to start the conversation that lingered on everyone's minds.