All six Heads sat in a huge rectangular hall with tall windows lining the walls and chandeliers on the vaulted ceiling.
Just then, a grand door was opened by an agent and Arthur walked in dressed smartly in an executive black suit, that was the dress code of the Heads.
Under the watch of the six, Arthur approached the large round table and sat down on the seat that belonged to whoever was chosen to represent Manhattan.
"I never thought of a dragon sitting amongst us. Welcome to the Council of the Seven, Arthur Pendragon. We shall address you as Mr. Manhattan henceforth." Mrs. Beijing spoke with a measured smile. She was a charming Asian woman in her late sixties although she looked to be in her forties. Mrs. Beijing had long wavy gray hair that turned black close to the tips.
Others nodded at Arthur, though it seemed like there was a lot left unsaid.
