Around an oval table varnished in dark oak, many sat, the chairs they sat upon straddled in fine leather, rays of light entered not, the room laid in silence, as a light fixed on the ceiling fluttered it provided the looming shadows that were painted across the faces of those who sat.
A voice echoed throughout the room for it was none other than the president a man named Anthony king he had a stern look on his face, shadows drew long lines like scars across him, his mouth opened and his teeth rattled, "what the hell just happened!" He exclaimed.
The man next to him, Christopher Miller stood up, his mouth fell wide however not a word came out, he held several pages of documents within his grasps however he could not make any sense of it, for either he could not nor wanted not to.
He stood motionless his eyes scurrying around the room, another voice blurted out from a separate corner, "A goddamn fuck up that's what happened" the mans name was Stephen white the guild master of nexis a prominent guild within America.
The presidents eyes lit up he gawked at the man before slamming his fist, "no shit you idiot."
His head fell atop his hands, he breathed deeply, composing himself, he followed up by saying, "restrict the area another several days if nothing turns up send the residents back in before an uproar begins, another thing send alerts out to all small guilds to be on alert I expect the same thing you all you present."
They all stood up and walked through a pair of double doors, they all bared distinct features, their clothing, their musk their demeanour all vastly different.