πͺith a flourish of movement, you crossed the threshold of the windmill β the doorway to a room that hummed with anticipation. Around a massive table, members of the Resistance congregated, a table surrounded by at most eight members, not counting Violet. The air thick with their collective purpose. Your host, Violet, introduced you to the unknown numerous figures. There, at a large table, sat Sonya, surrounded by the other members of the little group. Upon your entry, Violet gestured towards you. As you took in your surroundings, a cacophony of lively chatter filled the air β boisterous tones and boisterous laughter β punctuated by the occasional clinking of voices.
Β« Nice to meet you, {{user}}. Β», Sonya added, saying the same thing as the others.