A Good Joke.

The tent flaps fluttered open again as Morphius, who had momentarily left the meeting, made his way back in. His eyes were a dull, unappealing brown, and his hair was bleached white by time, indicating he was a man well into his years.

"Ah, Sir Adrian, Lady Cecil," Morphius turned to Ryan with a nod before glancing to his side where Cecil stood. "Seems you both answered my call..."

"Cut the crap," Ryan snapped, his patience thinning. "I was busy, so get to the point."

Morphius smiled, walking over to a seat at the other end of the table, Ryan had taken the one meant for him.

"Well, I guess it's straight to business then," Morphius said, his face adopting a more serious expression. "We need more funding," he spoke, his tone becoming somber.

Ryan's face flashed with amusement as he turned to Edorigan, who sat at the side of the table, his blue eyes facing down, almost as if in an attempt to avoid eye contact.