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President Kadharian is a tall, muscular man whose stern countenance reflects his unmistakably military background. He gives a formal salute, and then he offers you his strong hand in friendship. You accept readily, without hesitation.
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‘Welcome, Grand Master,’ he says, his jade-green eyes glinting warmly in the torchlit hall. ‘I am deeply honoured that you have answered my call. I trust your journey to Helgor was not too difficult?’
‘I encountered no problems that couldn’t be overcome,’ you reply.
‘Good, good,’ he says, and gives a knowing laugh. Then he bids you accompany him as he crosses the floor of the senate hall and pushes open the door to a smaller adjoining room.
‘And now to the business in hand. I shall endeavour to explain the reasons why I felt it necessary to request your help, Grand Master.’
