~Elder Farquar tapped his fingers on the table; he wishes the meeting would start already. This interminable waiting while everyone makes eyes one another, each trying to read the others' thoughts, was becoming insufferable. Although it didn't take a scryer to sense the hatred between Ares and Gentle... Would the guards need to be called if this turned ugly? And why did Alexander bring this old man, what purpose has he in mind? Farquar's stomach rumbled again... the drumming of his fingers increased in tempo~
