As I looked to my left, I saw how Anita Goyle, the head of our diplomatic corps, was still engrossed in the codex. For a woman closer to sixty than fifty, she certainly didn't look like it. Not a single grey strand could be seen in her blond hair, and she looked more like a woman in her mid-forties. Somehow I knew that would probably change in the coming years. After all, she had been selected as our spokesperson for the negotiations with the Citadel. Her emerald eyes showed intelligence and political experience as they scanned the text for every bit of information that could become useful to her.
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