The four clan house leaders looked at Max, then at her, waiting for his orders.
"Leave us. Thank you for all of your hard work today." Max nodded at them.
The four men rose from their seats and left slowly, bowing to him several times to show their respect. Their eyes carried exhaustion, but also hope for the future of this upcoming empire. For the first time in a long while, the Dragon Region had a direction, even if that direction was dangerous, sharp, and covered in blood.
"Please, Diplomat Clotilde, take a seat." Max pointed with his palm.
"Thank you. I won't waste much of your time."
She sat down fairly close to him, her sweet aroma drifting toward him. Max raised an eyebrow. He could swear she had not worn any perfume the last time they met.
