The Citadel always somehow gave the impression of being busy and crowded, even with so many of the Order away on duty. Something about winter always seemed to draw mortals closer together, as if for more than just warmth. Xai'an walked through these lively halls amused by the. Endless echoes of posturing, gossiping, boasting and questioning. 

When she finally entered the room a Deamon, whom she'd never worked with but had seen aroun the great building, was speaking. "-like to know who's going to have my back on the battlefield when it comes to that" 

"Xai'an, of the Chiroi who haunt the lightless depths, for one." She responded as she entered. Her posture was all business and she could easily have been described by proud and stern from her voice and her walk. Although most mortal men would have given more focus to her body itself, those same men would have shuddered at their own thoughts had they seen what she truly looked like. 

She looked over the others in attendence as she walked to a seat close to the Grand Warlock. Malvo she knew by reputation. Herunes she had interacted with within the Citadel itself on occasion. The others were all strangers to her.