Aftermath

[Backo]

Valdez quietly observed from a distance as the chubby Outcast captain in the OS&C flowery shirt displayed how little he really took this would-be conference seriously. A little part of her was envious. If this was happening five or ten years ago it could have been her just waltzing into the meeting dressed equally out of place and floundering it proudly. The woman let out a reminiscent sigh and smiled slightly. Life is surely better when one is much younger and free of responsibilities and obligations. And then there was the much bigger part of her that actually empathized with senora Amelia regarding managing this kindergarten of dangerous criminals. That and the relief that it wasn't her job to do it anyways.

When the gracious and impressively patient hostess finally motioned everyone to follow into the conference, Eliza quickly did so. In a rather expedite she found herself a seat on the table to the side of the Hispania Imperial hosts which had taken the most optimal seats to overlook the entrance to the conference hall. Valdez turned her head at Amelia to get her attention. "My condolences that you have to manage this circus. Not many dare to gather most of Liberty's lowlife in the same room. Even less so for a serious meeting." the auburn haired Outcast said quietly with a sympathetic smile before turning her attention back to the rest of the conference table.

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Republic of the Sword and Sun