Isaac noticed Governor Jeremy the moment he stepped into the meeting hall.
The old man was already standing near the long table, hands clasped behind his back, a polite smile on his face as if he had been waiting for a while.
His hair was mostly gray, tied neatly at the back, and he wore a dark coat embroidered with the crest of Fortified City 82.
"You are here, Sir Isaac. I've heard about you a lot, and I've wanted to meet you for a long time. I'm Jeremy Kalas, the Governor of Fortified City 82," the old man said as he stepped forward.
He extended his hand.
Isaac shook it. The grip was firm. It was not aggressive, but not weak either.
"I'm happy to meet you too, Governor Jeremy," Isaac replied, returning the smile.
They took their seats across from each other with the long table between them.
Isaac leaned back slightly and spoke first.
"There must be something important if you, the governor of a city, came here in such a hurry."
