The two made their way to the front table, Izan sitting to Arteta's right as a few more quiet flashes sparked from the corners.
Izan, seeing the composed atmosphere, suppressed a chuckle just as the moderator stepped up to the front.
"Good evening, everyone," he began, tapping a finger gently against the mic.
"Thank you all for coming. We'll be starting shortly."
The room buzzed for a while as the staff set up a few devices.
Izan sat slightly forward, arms resting on the table before him.
The cameras had finally settled.
A few reporters glanced down at their recorders, and others sat poised, pens hovering.
The moderator stepped forward again after a while, smiling as he leaned into the mic.
"Good evening, everyone," he said. "We'll be starting now. Please keep your questions brief and relevant."
A small set of nods followed.
"You may begin."
The first journalist — a man in his late forties, navy blazer, neutral voice — leaned forward in his chair from the middle row.
