Charred ash

The group of people soon came before the chairmen's office, it emitted a charred musk that seemed to emanate throughout the complex, in bold letters fixed upon a black sheet of metal read 'Chairmen's office,' rather unsurprisingly.

Two men were sprawled across the floor in front of the door, they both wielded, or rather formally wielded large sword like weapons, a hilt the only evidence of such an existence.

The men that sat before Luke like a dog awaiting a bone sat in aware, their ambition to recruit such a man engraved even deeper than before.

The group of men now numbered less than previously, many went away to receive paper and pen contracts and to organise a meeting with such a man.