Baile cleaned his glasses, a way of distracting himself from the nervousness of his mind. Three large guards towered over him, watching him like hawks on their prey. Baile feared his slightest movement will incur a wack from the heavy stocks of their guns. He putted his glasses back on and bared his long wait.
The small room he sat in was part of the Imperium's headquarters. As with the flair common with the aristocratic nations of the PI, it was decorated in a splendor of gold decor and expensive antique, more fitting of a palace then a diplomatic meeting facility. The room magnified the anxiety inside of him, his conscience rolling madly inside of him, disgusted with the fact he was not only dealing with Dysanii's former enemies, but a group of bastard monarchs nevertheless. The thought had sicken him, how the once proud face of Republican liberty was marred with the fact that he had come to beg at the feet of these imperialists and dictators.
"God, forgive me for having a hand in this..."
A young man walked into the room, bearing a tray of warm biscuit and a pot of aromatic tea. Baile recognized him as the Oriental man who escorted him into the compound at the front door. Baile was glad to see him, his warm smile calmed his nerves a bit.
"Mr. Baile, I procure this from the kitchen from you. The Pax representatives would be meeting with you shortly." he politely said. "Please, rest for now. It must had been a long trip for you."
"Yes it was. And thank you for your concern, I will rest when I can," he replied. Though, he doubted he could doze with those three hounds watching over him. Carefully, he reached out for a biscuit and sank his teeth into it, mouthing half of it. He sipped on the cup of tea, the bitter brew melting the biscuit dough inside his mouth. He swallowed the delightful treat.
"Very good..."
The man nodded in agreement. "One of the senior chef's specialty, he bakes a fresh batch every three hours for guests and occupants," the man replied with a smile. "Well, I'm off to check on the progress of your recipients. Please excuse me."
The man walked out the door, and Baile once again was left fearfully alone with his Cerberus guards.