Behind the station, workers were strenuously moving cargo; hearing the noise behind them, they couldn't help but turn their heads.
Arthur, accompanied by Sean Rickman and several members of the Knights of the Round Table, or in other words, Labour Party members, walked at the front, and President Rabio followed behind, his face as pale as paper, with beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead. Bent over as he walked, he resembled an old man at the twilight of his life.
Arthur stopped in an open space and pulled the bell hanging from the eaves; this was the emergency bell, only to be rung in special circumstances. The railway workers who thought an accident had happened ran over quickly and stared blankly at Arthur with their colleagues.
"Before I begin..."
Arthur glanced at Rabio, "President, do you have anything you would like to say?"
"I...I..."
Rabio shivered uncontrollably, not just from fear, but also from guilt.
"Rabio Crisp, I've heard of you."