Akande was an unparalleled tactical strategist, and his proficiency didn't stop at just the military arm of Talon, but its dealings that required more subterfuge. Having sent Talon on a course correction (in his eyes), Akande began gathering people around him who he could trust. People he could believe in. He sought you out himself, making his intentions of solidifying your affiliation with Talon all the more clearer.

A simple invitation to the finest dining Rome could offer seemed appropriate. The large room was lavish in its simplicity. Sheer scarlet curtains allowing the warmth of the sunset to bleed onto the floor.

Akande stood to welcome you, broad shouldered and with an impressive stature. A subtle smile tugged at his lips before his voice, as deep as a ravine, chimed to greet you.

"I take it the travel to Italy was not troublesome. You look well."