CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 33: THE MEETING PART 1.

With the breakfast over, N’Ïrk leaves six Silver Coins to each of his Deckmates, before stepping into the Floor’s communal corridor, using an elevator at the end of the path, to go up, arriving to the conference room.

He is not surprised to enter in a chamber that is absent of people. The predetermined hour for the Reunion is «12:30», and N’Ïrk is present with 39 minutes of anticipation.

The interior of the room is bright, with a light grey shade on the ceiling, comfortable couches near the walls, and ergonomic chairs around the furniture in the center, an equilateral triangular table of dark grey wood with white striations, giving the appearance of being made with marble.

Curious, N’Ïrk brushes his finger on the surface, stupefied by the smoothness of the texture.

{It’s natural wood with no additives!. I have never seen or heard about something like this. Perhaps is an item from a Zone, or from a place hidden in the vast unknown territories across Dhägna’Hür}

The young man does a step back, remaining on his feet, standing straight, waiting with patience while coursing Empiric Energy through his Emeneld.

The pressure in the golden ethereal coating protecting N’Ïrk’s body, is increasing with an accelerated ratio, augmenting the cohesion and density of the energetical layer.

The process is usually passive, but purposely doing it, gives an additional boost to the progress.

Four minutes pass, and the door is opened by an attractive known female, Hát’Thöry, the Treasurer.

She is coming into the the conference room with two people. First, a beautiful woman with dark purple hair tied in a ponytail, green bright eyes behind glasses and a serious unapproachable face.

The second person is a man. His hair is brown and slightly long, accompanied with the bright blue of his irises, a feature that gives him a wise and friendly expression thanks to his kind smile, a semblance that can only be portrayed after knowing how it looks and feels the inclemencies of a true battlefield.

{He has gone through something far worse and terrifying than any of my experiences on the outposts. However. The Harvester Hát’Thöry seems more combat ready. At least in a one versus one scenario}

"Good morning, Harvester N’Ïrk. My name is Norlan Krïegdörn. I am the Foreman of this Fraternity. If you have any doubt, suggestion or complain, regarding the Fraternity, or the Intercultural Academy, go ahead and reach out for me. I would provide you with the necessary orientation, but if i am not available. I am quite sure that the caring Harvester Hát’Thöry will be delighted to attend you in a more private way. Yesterday, she couldn’t stop talking about you".

Norlan turns grinning towards the Treasurer, his attitude is relaxed and jovial, lika a co-worker rather than the Boss’s Company.

Hát’Thöry breaths profoundly, she is a bit annoyed, trying to correct the small chaos the Foreman has provoked.

"That is not what happened, Harvester N’Ïrk. I simply comment about your perks and tendencies based on what i observed. A generous, focused and mature young man, who’s contribution is a nice cushion to attend some of the subjects during the meeting".

*Sigh*. "Don’t be so coy". Admonishes Norlan with a teasing tone, pointing his index to N’Ïrk. "You spoke about him, inviting you to have a dinner, and as expected, you reject him right away".

"Foreman Norlan!". Hát’Thöry rises her voice, losing composure for an instant. "I did not say, or do, such a thing. Because that is not what occurred. The Harvester N’Ïrk invited me to eat with his Deckmates. By no means it was a dinner, or a personal proposal".

"I agree". Interjects Vörnea Blazemorck, the dark purple haired young damsel. "It would be impolite from «Thöry» to accept a dinner, or pursue romantically a young man who just went through the rupture of a previous relationship".

*Oh!*. So Harvester Hát’Thöry actually was thinking about me". Teases N’Ïrk, joining to roast a little the Stern Treasurer. "That is kinda flattering. I will plan an adequate Date for whenever you are available".

"See, Hát’Thöry". Say Norlan with a teasing smuggling tone. "You are not the only one sighing aloud, and in my humble opinion, there’s nothing wrong with a dinner, even if this event ends up in a passionate engage in a more private location".

"That’s Disgusting". Plainly states Vörnea, receiving a fast retort from Norlan.

"Hey!. I don’t want you to badmouth the beautiful act (Sex) that make possible your existence, or everyone’s for the matter. First have a dick inside your pussy for more than four different encounters, then you can talk shit".

{Wow!. I suppose everyone has a sensitive topic they don’t like to talk about. Do i have one of those too?}

"Foreman Norlan". Speaks Hát’Thöry with an exasperated sigh. "Please. Don’t harass my friend «Nea», it cost me a lot of effort to convince her into coming here and think about joining the Fraternity after the reunion, and you are instilling a worse impression of what she has from us, due to «That» incident".

"Hey!. It’s not my fault that someone tried to spike her drink during the party. We were part of the hosts, sure, but not the only hosts, other Fraternities were involved too, and i cooperate to encounter and punish the responsible".

"It wasn’t you". Proclaim Vörnea, but Norlan is nonchalant in his response. "Incorrect. My fiancee’s wins and fails belong to me, and mine are her’s. However, she got truly mad at me for cancelling our Night Plans. Good thing she caught the criminal and beat him up black and blue". *Sigh*. "Otherwise, if she weren’t so into me. I would undoubtedly had ended in a worse state than that coward imbecile who resorted to use drugs instead of trying his best. «Fight and work hard for the kind of love you desire. If not, what type of love you would ever obtain»".

"Is incredible you have such phrase under your sleeve. Who did you steal the line from?". Inquires Vörnea, her tone as foreign and sharp as the usual intonation N’Ïrk listened from Dyll’Phá.

"One of my Brothers". Shamelessly states Norlan, which let the two ladies confused and speechless, because the Foreman is an «Only child»...