"And that's everything, in summary." Emma concluded her story, her eyes perching on each of the seven elders in the room.
Five others had joined as she had narrated the tale that belonged to her, the tale that was ridden with holes—she didn't think it wise to say everything, never mind that Annabel trusted them. So far, none had interrupted her amidst her long talk to ask any question. She hoped there wouldn't be much now. She needed to sleep. She needed to eat.
Her stomach chose that time to grumble. Emma held back a snort, at the offending organ.
"We will let you go soon. We just need to get the facts straight, before letting you into our organization. Annabel must have told you that we are quite secretive." A woman spoke, the only female amongst the rulers.