In the room sat two middle aged men. One was slightly chubby, balding, and had fair skin. The other had darker skin, somewhat resembling a person from the southern provinces, with a sharp look and a small mustache on his upper lip.
Kevin entered, closing the door behind him, and hung his jacket on the rack. "This is my very good friend, Julian," he said, first introducing Julian. The two men adjusted their expressions slightly. Kevin then introduced them to Julian. "This big guy here is Mr. Gawain, a brave veteran of the Empire, now serving as the Fire Chief."
"And this is Mr. Prando, the guardian of our city and the bane of criminals—the police chief!"
