"Every time I come here... I can tell even before stepping inside that the management here is doing a good job."
As the man's voice came from the inside of the meeting room door, the sword hanging from his belt dragged against the wooden floor with a scraping sound. "And this inevitably reinforces our desire to be friends, Taras."
The man stopped just a couple of steps in front of Taras, the sound of the sword ceased, and a dozen more people followed him into the room, none of them looking the least bit trustworthy. In Taras's unit, in the group where Maxim stood at the front, there was at least an air of hosts receiving guests. On the other hand, the new arrivals bore no trace of the cautiousness or respect befitting guests.
"Taras." The man did not extend his hand. Taras clearly had no intention of shaking it either. He merely parted his lips, "And you are?"
"Ah, I am Renzo, the main representative of Awakening."
