Tirian walked into the meeting place.
There was no light music symbolizing high society, nor was it in some high-end luxurious banquet hall—it was just a reception room under the Harbor Administration, and the receptionists were a few representatives from the military—one or two familiar faces among them, he still remembered.
They had had some dealings in recent years.
Lister rose to greet the "great pirate" as he walked into the room.
"I apologize for our limited conditions at this moment," the defense commander said, extending his hand with an apologetic tone, "in haste, we could only prepare this kind of reception."
