Council of the Corsair Elders

[Carlos_Benitez]

As Lucendez finished, three figures appeared in the doorway, only partially illuminated by the dim light.
Dressed in new black and sand uniforms, the figures slowly and deliberately processed towards the empty seats at the other end of the chamber.
A man in his forties, with an almost permenant frown and a face difficult to read, sat first, in the middle seat.
He was then followed by the man to his left; a man of similar age, and kinder disposition. Then, to the left, the youngest of the three sat down.
The man to the right glanced round the chamber, surveying the faces of the surrounding elders and centurions.
The man in the centre coughed slightly; for the past year he had hated the smell of whisky.

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