Dyelli Beybi
01-09-2007, 00:30
It was a fairly small room in the Presidential Palace in Port Olympus, dominated by a round, polished table of some unidentifiable wood. There was no natural lighting, although there was enough artificial light to keep the room well lit enough to comfortably take notes or read a book.
There were already two people there. One was ethnically what the Dyellians called a 'Leean', a large Asiatic gentleman of former EvilPsychoticGuy, which meant he could have come from either Vrak or Dyelli Beybi. The second was definitely Dyellian. Neither spoke, rather they sat silently, the Leean reading a book, spectacles perched on the end of his nose, while the Dyellian smoked a cigarette he seemed to have rolled for himself, his sleeves rolled up.
There were already two people there. One was ethnically what the Dyellians called a 'Leean', a large Asiatic gentleman of former EvilPsychoticGuy, which meant he could have come from either Vrak or Dyelli Beybi. The second was definitely Dyellian. Neither spoke, rather they sat silently, the Leean reading a book, spectacles perched on the end of his nose, while the Dyellian smoked a cigarette he seemed to have rolled for himself, his sleeves rolled up.