The plane circled a few times before finally landing.
Aurora Sinclair slung her bag over her shoulder and followed Mama Young down.
Two rows of men in matching black suits stood on either side of the jet bridge.
Standing between the two rows was a sharp-looking middle-aged man who jogged over to politely shake hands with Victor Trent and Raina Young.
He spoke in fluent Niphorian, "Welcome, Mr. Trent and Madam."
Victor Trent exchanged a few pleasantries with him, speaking fluent Niphorian. Raina Young was fluent as well.
They all got into a luxury car parked nearby, with Aurora Sinclair and Mama Young taking a separate car behind them.
The chauffeur was very proper, wearing white gloves and a cap. He maintained a steady sixty miles per hour, driving with extreme stability.
A soothing song played inside the car, relaxing both body and mind.
The scenery outside the window shifted from the ocean to green hills, and the quiet road seemed to stretch on endlessly.
