Francisco straightened his dress uniform, opened the door to the banqueting hall and marched in. It'd been decades since he'd attended a formal dinner and he was thoroughly looking forward to good company, good food and most importantly, good drink!
Approaching a seat opposite Elder Jose, he turned to Ronaldo. "Buenas tardes Commandante, I apologise for my delayed arrival, I'm afraid that arranging tomorrow's shipment kept me rather longer than I'd expected.”
Turning towards Brisbane, Francisco bowed. "Good evening Senor Brisbane, I'm very pleased to finally you. I am Francisco de Orellana, but please, call me Franco.”
Nodding towards the other familia sat around the table, Francisco took his seat. Judging by the smells wafting into the room, whatever was cooking was clearly not ration packs or more damned Kyushu rice!
