Mel had severed his ties with the meal and the figures stationed at the table as well. He was lending his ears to the explanations Moses forged; acquiring intelligence regarding this location he arrived at recently captured his interest.
"What dictates the preservation of the scores, and by what methodologies can we breach these locations?"
"I shall dictate it; I shall dictate whatever intelligence you are compelled to possess!"
Moses, following the consumption of the wine within his crystal goblet, denied permission to the servant coveting to refill it, and after wiping his mouth with a snow-white napkin, he commenced speaking.
