Friends, Rivals and Tenstions: The Summit at Tombstone

[William Steiner]

The shuttle trip from the train station was quick, hardly a stones throw away from the gates of the estate William was ordered to arrive at. He stood outside for sometime, smoking his pipe and checking over his documents that he hardly had time to read before entering the building. Upon seeing the gathered crowed, William already knew he stood out like a sore thumb, his Black court of Law robes and white legal wig were a sure sign he was from the Bretonian delegation, and the family crest on his briefcase gave away his identity to any who knew is family. He reasoned most people would be looking for Holiday, and so moved toward a small table in a further corner of the room, hoping to read more of his task here before anything serious began.

He sat down and ignored a number of glares from the assembled crowd before reading the now void Port Jackson treaty.

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