<strong>Marco Xantelli</strong><br/><br/>Upon finishing his lunch Marco left the dining room and stood at the upper balcony. He lit a cigar, as there was nothing like a quality smoke after a decent meal. He hadn't eaten too much, though the leftovers would go to the slaves and the servants. It was a short walk down the steps to the lobby of the manor, where he was greeted by a maid in a black uniform dress that was high above the knee and a frilly white apron. Her blouse was low cut so that her thick line of cleavage could bulge out just the way he liked when he admired her shiny breasts.<br/><br/>"Andria, please go at once and retrieve Mikel, tell him to come to my office," he said, "Mind you, let him now it isn't urgent. The old man simply wants to shoot the breeze and discuss the recent shortage of quality entertainment."<br/><br/>It was tough, Maria and him longed for the days when special forces invaded the island Rambo style. They had all settled into so many different fates it was rather interesting. Though most in the end were furniture or monstrous creatures. Marco longed for a strong persona, he needed one in order to bring the other Melody back, the Melody that was his daughter. And he was certain Maria longed for the same. He walked back to his office as Andria went to fetch Mikel. He would be waiting there, his legs propped on the desk as he blew smoke rings from one of his favorite cigars.