The Mission Report

The curious question came from one of the figures sitting on the far side of the chair, around four seats to Nolan's right hand.

He was a mature, light-brown-skinned young man, seemingly in his early twenties, with polished dark hair and serene dark eyes.

His mode and manner of speaking were calm and well-constructed, and with his spectacles on, he seemed like a refined scholar of Earth—one with seemingly great knowledge.

The others in their seats had neutral expressions on their faces, none of them moving to refute the young man, and all their attention was on Sir Astaroth instead.

It seemed like it was a question they all wanted to hear the answer to, based on how serious thier attention was on the man.

"You make a good point, Oliver," Sir Astaroth said, and Nolan took note of the name.