Athanasios had been among the first to arrive, wishing to give himself time to meditate on what was to be done. He did not arrive by vehicle but simply seemed to materialize from the shadows a short distance from the hotel. He had a strong distaste for being in the public eye, and that was unavoidable with something such as an automobile. Such loud machines that lacked any form of subtlety, he didn't understand how modern people could stand being around them so often. But he tolerated them, and he had to admit that they were far faster than horseback ever was.<br/><br/>He wore a black suit with a gold undershirt, the intricate designs on his suit in matching gold, and his hair tied back. His blade was sheathed under his right arm and his gun holstered under his left, both tucked under his jacket so that they were well hidden. He carried nothing with him other than his weapons, he didn't really need anything else. He entered into the hotel with a confident smile on his face, not even speaking a word to the servants who quickly approached him and led him to a room.<br/><br/>Over the course of the ten days he did not leave his room and only meditated deeply, requesting only one servant a day to be sent to his room for him to feed upon and for no other interruptions. He preferred the quiet and was able to focus on what was at hand, to prepare himself for what they were soon to face as they waited for the council to gather. Whoever had killed the councillor was sure to be powerful and, if nothing else, difficult to locate. One does not get away with such an act without being a true master of subtlety and manipulation.<br/><br/>Athanasios continued to meditate in his room while he waited for either his next meal to arrive or for the message that the council had gathered and was ready to speak.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>