(CONAN)
"Conan, are you stupid? You know perfectly well the rules that exist, the laws that have prevailed in Snow Pack for decades. It's a complete f**k-up." Trevor's low indignant voice filled the hall, a growl coming from the man's chest indicating anger.
The dark brown round oak table behind which sat the most powerful, the strongest and the smartest. The bright walls of the room were painted in pastel colors by the setting sun. An overhead lamp dimly illuminated the room. The place where the fate and the future of the Snow Pack is decided. Trevor's golden eyes shone in his face, bringing out his dark skin tone even more. The man's lips pressed together in a single line, and his black, bushy eyebrows rose upwards, framing a few lines in his forehead. Trevor Sanchez is a thirty-seven-
