An intricate tea set was placed in order on the table. A fire burned silently in the fireplace, emitting warm radiance to all four corners of the room. Numerous inspectors occupied themselves around the room. As they thumped their feet on the ground, the vibration produced was so strong it sent ripples in the teacups.
Dortmund was seated beside a small table, inspecting Berkley Andrew Nedgabel on the sofa opposite himself. A long time ago, Berkley was the tallest and most amicable person he knew. Memories came flooding into Dortmund's mind as he continued looking at his uncle. It was Uncle Berkley who gifted him his first ever pony. It was Uncle Berkley who taught him the profound theory of politics. It was Uncle Berkley who officiated his wedding with Celia. Now, it was Uncle Berkley who stood up against himself.
After what seemed like forever, Dortmund finally gave out a long and meaningful sigh and turned to face Colonel Peter.
