[b]When you enter the council room, you find a group of six people on a long table. Three women and three men. They all stop arguing and stare at you. They seem embarrassed by you seeing the argument. The room holds the rectangular table, and a glass wall behind them. Over it, hangs a flag with a backwards white crescent on the far right, and the rest of the flag is black, except for a small blob in the middle, which is also white. A man clears his throat, and walks up and holds his hand out.[/b] "We've been meaning to meet your race. I'm Councilor Huroll. Nice to meet you."