The Council doors, which seemed to be creaking more than usual because of all the entrants, opened slowly, revealing a man on a wheel chair, oddly, his legs crossed.
Silence fell, just as Juan entered the hall. Some were staring at Juan, but others looked deep in thought, leading Montoya to believe that he had missed something pretty important.
Juan wheeled quietly to the side of the hall and waited for the conversation to continue, all the while not noticing Ares, whose eyes had sharpened, and were following him around the room.
"Sorry, fashionably late I know.... and enough staring already! God, you're making me blush people..."
