Fera was stricken when she heard that there were twenty in the council; as her father had taught her everything about his kingdom, his rule, his legacy. Still, she was thankful Ylf picked up on it. Before she could think , however, as the mace struck the "20th" She had drawn her father's -her own- sword instinctively. As the events unfolded in front of her, she felt herself tremble for a very short moment. Before regaining her even composition. At first she had asked herself; and silently others why this was all happening so fast. As his daughter, The king kept Fera notified - but protected. Partially shielded from what lay outside. On his death bed he had given her fair warning. She knew things were grave, but this exceeded her expectations. Drawing in a deep breath, Fera loosened her grip on the sword's handle and eyed the door.
I will be brave, father. I promise. I won't let you down.
Turning then, Fera gaze Dante a cool glance; locking her eyes onto his until they both drifted apart. As Niki spoke, Fera diverted her attention to the woman. Her manner was tense, and when Ylf spoke to her it was specified why. This was but another event Fera had only learned about by way of mouth and pen, occurring a few hundred years before her time. After Teri gave her input, Fera stepped forward. Lifting the sword with one hand, it caught the light, reflecting once in a wide circle of flickering light around the domed room.
" Perhaps..."
Her eyes followed the length of the sword before lowering it slowly, honorably, and sliding it into it's sheath over her left shoulder.
" A deception would be appropriate? "
Gazing at the warlock, Fera nodded slightly.
" I'm sure I'm not the only one who's realised by now what a weapon we have here. Lady Niki, you have the tools to hold Uruk in the middle of us all. "
With that being said, she gave Ylf a questioning look, and gazed around the room, giving it a once over, not sure if she should go on or not. It seemed if anyone was around, it would be the Paladin that would know it.