The hall quieted quickly, eyes shifting to the front as they felt him enter. Moving quickly to the dias, the pale man shifted his long warcoat, regarding the assembled crowd, remembering that the last time this hall was this full was when they reclaimed it from Crask's droids. It always stood relatively empty, and Muz had made the call to throw the celebration here, making use of the throneworld that they had lost so much to win back. They stood there, looking at him, and he could feel their thoughts probably as easily as they felt his presence in the Force, wondering if he was going to just stand there.

"Brothers, sisters..." Muz wove a strand of the Force around his throat, lending it's power to his voice. "We stand here today, in the halls of our predecessors, celebrating the acts of those who have gone before. Darth Firefox, for his wisdom to lead us from the Hammer, Darth Cotelin for his leadership, Darth Sarin for his strength." He paused, looking around at the nodding heads, letting his eyes fall to several of the journeymen that seemed pressed against the far walls by the equites as they jostled for position.

Muz waved his hand as in dismissal. "But that is not why I celebrate tonight. Great acts as those were in the past, greater acts will lead us in the future. The Dark Hall is not a testament to their strength, but to yours. We all have paid a dear price to be here today."

He paused, breathing as he raised a glass to the room. "Today, like this hall, belongs to all of us, the price paid in sweat and blood. K'oyacyi." He watched as the rest of the room raised glasses and mugs before sipping from his own.

Stepping back down from the dias, Muz found his praetor quickly, lugging a chest around with him. Waving at him, Muz motioned for the younger Krath to follow him through the crowd so that he could hand out the polished aurum and ditanium discs, the medal that they called the 'seal of loyalty'.