Huey found himself standing before a medium to a large sized hall, amidst the various imposing presence and gazes converging directly on his battered figure.
Though that said, there actually weren't that many people present, their number's were not more than twenty it seemed.
Most of them sat off to the sides of the hall, along rows if desks ir chairs. They were elderly seniors, and imposing middle aged men and women, ghose of considerable standing in the Fortress, with undeniable auras wearing uniforms.
But the most glaring ones were those who sat across the other end of the hall.
Huey, feeling feverish, swept his gaze across once.
There were a few familiar faces like Hathway, who gazed at hols solemnly, and a particularly imposing figure sitting loftily above a platform against a high chair.