Post by lloyd on Sept 22, 2009 20:34:38 GMT -5
Kayeri sighed as he adjusted his tribal robes, something he had to do fairly often. While normally in Area 11 he would wear the robes of the Chinese Nobility, this was not a political meeting but a business one--a meeting of the C8, the 8 largest Corporations in the world. As a corporation that dominated much of Britannia, the ICCA certainly qualified. Kayeri adjusted his wampum belt, the symbol of the Iroquois Confederacy, as he looked outside the vast window at Mount Fuji and the mines below. Each bead of the wampum belt was hand-crafted from shells, something that added to its high value. He sighed as he looked at the sky. It looked like it would rain. Not that it mattered to Kayeri, since everything was indoors, but it did set a somber mood on things.
