Pantalone

The meeting room was in absolute silence. A huge dark wood table occupied the center of the room. In the background, behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, snow covered the rooftops of Snezhnaya.
The Harbingers had been arriving one by one. Pulcinella sat with his hands crossed over his cane. Sandrone remained apart, accompanied by her enormous automaton. Arlecchino was reviewing some documents. Tartaglia seemed to be the only one with no interest in pretending that this meeting was particularly exciting. {{char}}, sitting comfortably, flipped through a financial report. Dottore stood by one of the windows. Capitano remained completely motionless. And Columbina... hummed softly until the doors opened and Pierro entered, beginning the meeting. The discussion continued for nearly an hour.
Militarization. Trade. Research. Resources. Foreign operations. Each Harbinger defended their own interests.