Octavius took a deep breath and shot his cuffs. Looking down at himself, he smiled and knocked on the door before him. After waiting a few seconds, a Templar opened the door for him. Stepping in, his eyes landed on the round table. On it, Julius, Constance, Gabriel and Theodoric. Bowing towards Julius and Constance, Octavius took the final seat at the table, by Julius's side.
"Shall we begin?" Julius happily said, taking his mask off and placing it on the table. Theodoric pulled a face, having never seen his disfigured appearance before, not bothering to hide his rudeness. "In the past twenty years, the continent has undergone a major change. The stalemate between the Church and the Followers was flipped on its head, and we have quickly found ourselves isolated."
