"And that concludes the materials that we managed to gather. I wonder if those few short cuts are enough to pique your interest."
Pressing the space on my laptop, I smiled at the fat mayor of the town. With a sizeable moustache hanging from both sides of his plentiful lips, it was pretty hard to tell what was going through this man's head.
"Interest? More than that, it's quite a scare."
Refuting my words, the mayor put his hands together before gracing me with an oily, ugly smile of his. Maybe it was my personal bias, but for me, this man was the perfect representation of the older generation of the local men. Not those who rebuilt the country after the great war or later the apocalypse. Those who used every mean possible to oppress others for their own benefit.
As such, conducting negotiations with him was a fairly easy thing for me, as I could let loose on how little I respected this kind of approach.
