Botros walked out of the backroom of the Great Hall where he was jotting down some notes. He didn't look as bright as he used to, his face was paler than usual and there were some sweat beads on his forehead. His cane made the usual clink on the stony floor as he got up the dais and nodded to his staff. "Evening all," he greeted and headed towards the end of the table... no, no, his seat wasn't here anymore. He doubled back and headed towards the middle of the table with a slightly upset frown on his face.