[center][h1][color=firebrick][b]State of Franklin[/b][/color][/h1][/center][center][img]https://www.collinsflags.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/Chattanooga-Flag-Old.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][h2][color=firebrick][b]Ambassador Xavier Connor, The Tops Hotel and Casino[/b][/color][/h2][/center][center][sub][color=indianred][b]8:02 PM, Month Unknown, 2090[/b][/color][/sub][/center]
Once the presentation finished, Xavier was quick to deliver input. "A commendable initiative!" He enunciated, his accent drawling as he did so. He was quick to read his own copy of the document, allowing his comrade a view as well. He slid a pair of antiquated reading glasses upon his face and began to trace each word. Five minutes flat and he had read the document top to bottom, and was all too eager to sign upon the dotted line.

[hr][hr][center][h2][color=firebrick][b]Captain Aldebert Riley, The Tops Hotel and Casino[/b][/color][/h2][/center][center][sub][color=indianred][b]8:02 PM, Month Unknown, 2090[/b][/color][/sub][/center]
The Captain, in contrast to the ambassador which he accompanied, seemed rather neutral on the topic, opting to keep his resting scowl, sipping his beer as he read along. He ceased to read a minute or so after Connor, and instead looked on, for how the meeting would proceed.