For a long moment, nobody moved.
The man at the head of the table watched Jin with his hands folded and his dark eyes steady. He flickered, once, and was back. Around the table, the others watched too, some of them leaning forward, some of them leaning back, all of them quiet.
Then the man let out a breath, slow and patient, like someone who had already accepted that his meeting was not going to go the way he had planned.
"Well," he said. "Since you've come all this way." He lifted one hand and gestured at the empty space beside the Undefined's chair. "Sit."
A chair was there. Jin hadn't seen it a moment ago. It was carved from the same black stone as all the others, and it was simply there, waiting, like it always had been.
He hesitated. Then he crossed the room and sat down.
