Ezio entered, recieving Stow's salutations and returning both his and Hollidays handshakes firmly before taking to proffered seat.
As a man whose job it was to notice such things he could not help but notice the chill that had come across Holliday as he entered, like an old dog sniffing out an stranger.
But to the matter at hand.
He sat slowly, on the edge of the cushion, leaned forward into the conversation. "I thank you, Mr. Stow, for receiving me at such...long notice."
He cast his eyes downward, his eyelids drooping for the briefest of moments, as if in contemplation. "I would like to tell you, Signore, that I come for much the same reasons that I go anywhere; to make peace, calm tensions, to sooth the raw and open nerves that the Empire so often rubs and then salts. I would like to tell you that I am here to smoothtalk you into sitting on the sidelines you Zoners are so... wont to abandon in times of crisis. "
"That is surely why the Council, in their...infinite wisdom, chose to send me here, to ensure that your pesky.. neutrality, or lack therof, does not interfere with their plans."
Ezio paused for a moment, his tongue errantly seeking a broken canine in a nervous tic. "I would like to tell you these things, but I cannot, because they would be lies. I am here on a mission of my own choosing, and my own design."
He shook his head vigourously as if to clear it. "Tell me, gentlemen, do you truly understand the import of this fight? Do you understand what it is the Empire and the Coalition risk, what they seek, what they have already won and lost in but the opening moves of the grandest game, the first scene of this play upon your home that is to us but a stage?"
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|