Kermit's POV
I forced myself to remain composed as I walked past the delegation to take my place at the head of the conference table. The weight of their solemn expressions told me this wasn't a routine visit.
I acknowledged each representative by name, my voice steady despite the tension crackling in the air. "My apologies if you've been waiting long. I wasn't expecting your arrival. Please, make yourselves comfortable."
They settled into their chairs with obvious reluctance.
I noticed the bare table - no water, no refreshments had been offered to my guests.
Turning to Maximus, who stood at attention beside my chair, I asked, "Why weren't they provided with anything?"
"We declined," one of the representatives interjected before Maximus could respond. His weathered face was grim. "What we've come to discuss is too dark for pleasantries."
My brows drew together sharply. Too dark for pleasantries? What could possibly warrant such dramatics?