I don't like doing analysis this early D1, but I want boxings, so... here's some RP.
Earl walked away from the meeting feeling pleased. Nothing much happened, but the snacks had been delicious, and he had some good material for an article about the event that he would publish when he got home to Elendel. Because he was a journalist. For the Elendel Times. I'm getting better at this, thought Earl. Wait... damn it. Earl walked into the hotel he, along with the other members of the delegation, were staying at, ever the stately journalist. Yes, he was a journalist, walking back to his hotel room after having gathered a good amount of information. Except, he walked past the room where he was staying, and into one three doors down. Then, he locked the door, and raced to the dresser, making no noise, and rifled through the clothes in it until he found what he was looking for - an innocuous-looking manila envelope. He looked through the peephole to make sure nobody was coming, then quietly unlocked the door, and walked towards his own room. He sighed, and plopped down on his creaky armchair, wincing at the noise it made, and opened the manila envelope. He read through it at lightning speed, then quickly snuck back out of his room, and into the one he had taken the envelope from, and deposited it back in the dresser. The information he'd uncovered could maybe save them all.