A few minutes ago, in the main hall of the Eskilon mansion.
Around a long dining table, 60 men and women sat uncomfortably as the one at the head looked at each of them, in turn, while standing with his hands behind his back.
All of them were dressed as if they were going to a fancy party, with the women wearing jewels and long gowns, and the men dressed formally in robes made of expensive materials.
There was one thing that was common among them all, though: all the clothes that they wore were of one color – grey, to match the first line of the saying of their house: 'We stray in the grey, for it is survival we crave'.
That… And the fear that was visible in all of their eyes.
To an extent, it could be seen even in those of the man who was standing, but his face was set sternly, and he hid it well under the guise of authority.