Smug Slug
A dark haired man clad all in red stalked into the convention center. Behind him fluttered a cape of the same color material. Two stormtroopers flanked him. These, however, were hardly the most noticeable features concerning his entry. Of more interest to any onlooker was the mask of bone covering his face from forehead to upper lip, leaving the lower jaw exposed.
Why did he wear a mask?
Well, no one really considered asking him such a question. Posing personal queries to members of House Zambrano seemed like an easy and avoidable way to shorten one’s life expectancy. Most people chalked it up to the usual weirdness of that particular Pacanth Reach family.
Arkaitz Zambrano swept through the atrium, stalked down an alcove, before finally reaching the designated meeting room. He waited for one of the stormtroopers to step forward and activate the panel. The door slid open with a hiss. Arkaitz entered the chamber and seated himself at one end of the black marble, oval table.
One wall of the room was glass and looked out on the rest of the city. Arkaitz’s eyes of tortured gold never wavered from the other occupants of the room.
“Shall we begin?”
[member="Decima Fortan"]
Why did he wear a mask?
Well, no one really considered asking him such a question. Posing personal queries to members of House Zambrano seemed like an easy and avoidable way to shorten one’s life expectancy. Most people chalked it up to the usual weirdness of that particular Pacanth Reach family.
Arkaitz Zambrano swept through the atrium, stalked down an alcove, before finally reaching the designated meeting room. He waited for one of the stormtroopers to step forward and activate the panel. The door slid open with a hiss. Arkaitz entered the chamber and seated himself at one end of the black marble, oval table.
One wall of the room was glass and looked out on the rest of the city. Arkaitz’s eyes of tortured gold never wavered from the other occupants of the room.
“Shall we begin?”
[member="Decima Fortan"]