Nesaenna sat in her hunting lodge on the north shore of Aellyria, waiting for her guests. She had invited all of the international community to this village, her clans private estate. She likes it here, it's rustic but homey, despite the halls ancient look the hall actually has all of the worlds finest amenities. Her family once came from this small village, before the dominion of Aellyria, before her families conquering of Aellyria, before her father and before her brothers. Now she has brought them back to this village, Nesaenna smiles to herself, it's beautiful in her opinion how circular her families destiny seems to be. Her son Andreas bursts through the doors of the hall giggle and playing some game with his cousin Erik. She smiles at the two boys, her own son so cheerful and full of life and her nephew so serious and precocious. At this time, two of her shieldmaidens, her personal all female bodyguards follow after them, they nod to Nesaenna, she stands up with a smile on her face, it seems that her guests have started to arrive.