Twenty prominent figures of the Seventh Order were all sitting at the same table.
Jasper looked at Abel. "You may begin."
Abel, the Seventh's Sixth Commander, stood up. He was a young man of nineteen, with short shaggy blonde hair, a blue suit and tie, and black glasses. He pushed his frames up on his nose while clearing his throat. "Thank you." He picked up some papers that were in front of him. "To commence this meeting I'd like to start on the matter of Zedan. It is one of our allied countries, yet we benefit next to nothing from them, and they are also the weakest country on the planet. Even if they were to be an enemy, it would only take one of us to wipe them from existence."
Dupree (4th General of the Seventh) nodded. "I agree. If we are to move forward in these next few months, then we'll have to cut ties with the weakest links."
Dupree was a nobleman. He had cleanly trimmed and styled short dirty blonde hair with a black moustache that curled upwards on both ends.
