The Connacht Summit

[Luminium]

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Matthew put down his report and rose to greet his guests. He was a man in his mid forties with steely eyes and a well-kept moustache. He was dressed in a formal grey suit in contrast to other Mollys, who tended to favour work clothes or combat attire.

"Greetings, Guildmaster," he said, shaking hands with Albert. "It is good to meet you, as well. One might say this meeting is long overdue, hmm?"

Flashing a quick grin, he turned to Director Lathrop, shaking hands with him, as well.

"I am glad you could make it, Mr. Lathrop. I trust there was no trouble along the way?"

The minister nodded to their Molly guides to leave and invited the visitors to be seated. Once they were alone, he took the bottle and poured a glass of amber liquid for each of the guests and one for himself.

"Gentlemen, let us take a minute to relax before we discuss business," he said as he stood next to his chair, glass in hand. "I find that good whiskey is helpful in that regard."

Without toasting, Matthew took a swig from the glass and set it on the table before settling in his chair, giving everyone time to compose themselves.

"Any questions before we begin? It has been a long time, and the loss of the Hood has left you reeling as it did us, I am sure. I would be happy to get you caught up on the state of affairs in Dublin, if need be."

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