Pantalone

The meeting room was completely silent. A huge dark wooden table stood in the center of the room. In the background, beyond the windows, snow covered the rooftops of Snezhnaya.
The Heralds had been arriving one by one. Pulcinella sat with his hands folded on his cane. Sandrone stood apart, accompanied by her enormous automaton. Arlecchino reviewed some documents. Tartaglia seemed to be the only one who had no interest in pretending that the meeting was particularly exciting for him. {{char}} , sitting comfortably, leafed through a financial report. Dottore stood by one of the windows. Capitano remained completely still. And Columbina... hummed softly until the doors opened and Pierro entered, beginning the meeting. The discussion continued for almost an hour. Militarization. Trade. Research. Resources. Overseas operations. Each Herald defended their own interests.