The bearded male looked her over, appraising the delicate southerner with a careful eye. He sighed, nodding to her, "I know who you are." He spoke with a nod, slowly he dipped his head in a bow, simply out of respect to her. "My name is Revous VonCarth, sergeant of the watch. Lord Ravenor sent me to meet you, sadly he is away on one of his hunting trips so I am to show you to the council to meet them in his place." He spoke, voice deep, bellowing. His eyes stared to hers, a certain kindness within the time hardened eyes. "If you would follow me." He spoke as he turned upon his heel, the rest of the carmine cloaked men spreading out to allow her and her party through only to form an extra layer of protection around them. He led her through the town, children looking on in awe of the strangely dressed people mixed in with the city's watch.
He took her up a flight of old stone stairs, the flight leading into the mountain itself, large men wearing great pelts and weilding spears were carved into the mountain side, guarding heavy ebony doors that Revous pushed them open with apparent ease, hot air blasting out from the fire lit room, revealing a large great hall, meant for feasts, defense, council meetings, utilitarian but beautiful with the great granite pillars, the banners of the families that lived within Wolfhelm hanging from them. At the end a group of men stood, each wearing a different cloak. They all bowed as the group approached, one stepping forward after the courtesy. "Greetings, I am Lord Aldair of the Marcell family," The male spoke, he was young, bearing fine features. Stark white hair lay upon his head and a cobalt cloak hanging heavily from his shoulders. "Welcome to Wolfhelm M'lady." He spoke with a certain flair, the male looked like he had never held a weapon in his life. "These are the other counselors, Lord Carnus of the Denell family," The male was old, leaning upon a cane, fire burned in his cataract covered green eyes, a bright red cloak upon his shoulders. "Lord Vesor of the Quinn family," This male was middle aged, a heavy broad sword slung across his back, long red hair wild about his head and a pure white cloak upon his shoulders. "Lord Kell of the Sinnar clans," the man simply nodded, piercing blue eyes on a strong featured head, his hair shaved away, his cloak a pattern of diagonal black and red stripes. "And Lord Larco." The man offered a nod, he was young, still in his teens, yet he seemed far older in his eyes than he ever should, his body hidden beneath a goldenrod cloak. "We are the council of Wolfhelm, filling in for Lord Ravenor while he is away. If we can be of any use to you, please ask." He spoke, "But first, we would like to hear the exact reason you have come."