Somewhere within the human settlement, a meeting was taking place in a room dominated by a large, golden, circular table that stretched across the floor.
At the center of the table was a rotating globe, displaying every region of the planet.
The table had only four massive, ornate seats, but at the moment, only two were occupied.
Samxon sat in one, his hands crossed over his chest, his brows knitted tightly, and his eyes closed. He looked like a statue carved out of pure annoyance.
Sitting across from him was Hale, maintaining her usual stoic, unreadable demeanor.
The room was silent. The two remained perfectly still, waiting for the remaining members to arrive... until Hale decided to break the tension.
"Why are you always angry? At this point, I'm certain I've never seen a genuine smile on your face, not even once."
"At least I have an expression on my face," Samxon replied, without bothering to open his eyes. "Some people just happen to always have a straight face."
