*sweeps your fellows with a wordless gaze of welcome as they are named, taking in every bruise, every scrape, the tension and exhaustion bolstered only by adrenaline* Doriath thanks each of you, and those under your command, for your service. *her eyes flickering over the sweat, the dirt* And I thank you for your bravery. This swift (near-bloodless) resolution would not have been possible without your aid.
*indicates the long conference table, with its comfortable seats* Please, sit, all of you. *returning to her husband's own chair at the head (and there is the faded scuff at the edge, where he kicks—used to kick his feet up)* I do not intend to keep you here overlong, but there are some matters of business to discuss.
*settles with a nod to the staffer at the door, who ducks out and just as promptly returns to distribute fresh, steaming coffee and fixings* *addresses the table at large* Several nearby hotels have been instructed to prepare rooms, if you and your people would like to rest and refresh yourselves before returning home. I trust your wounded have been seen to?