Despite being shown the very utmost respect upon their anticipated arrival, the Council return no pleasantries towards us while they storm through the manor's doors as if the place was their very own – ignoring to greet us in turn while demanding to be immediately taken somewhere more private instead, as if they were somehow under the impression that we would uncaringly hold the confidential meeting right there on the doorstep. The Councillors take off their coats; overspilling Mato with the lumbering weight of the garments while they walk past him with little to no acknowledgement, mistaking his outward hand as coat hanger - leaving him to pout and scowl while he only intended to shake theirs politely.
Once seated opposite us inside the study, the Councillors settle themselves down while
