Kute Base, Croatia
In a spacious and homely room, Madame Cash ushered her important guests in. The lanky man and his female-only convoy trailed in behind her in utter silence. The man was in a plain white regalia, almost too clean for the situation they were in. One of the women laid a cloth on the surface of the chair before he sat.
Madame Cash, who had seen various men in power try to ease their personal awkwardness and seared conscience through elaborate displays of influence, put up a warm smile as she watched him. There was a reason why she made them all come here, down to the base at least once before they did business; the impact of physical interaction couldn't be overemphasized, besides she would never miss an opportunity to satiate her curiousity.
"Good morning, Priest, is that what you're called?"
"He is our mighty Sage Priest," one of the women said, giving a low bow and eyeing Madame Cash.
