Bab 218: 218: Fear

In the opulent halls of Black Tower Manor, a round table hosted three Dukes, three Marquises, and a handful of Viscounts. The air was heavy with an air of authority, and each noble sat with an aura of influence.

Duke Martin, a middle-aged man with a salt-and-pepper beard, took the lead in the conversation. Beside him, Duke Reginald, a robust man with a stern expression, nodded as the discussion unfolded. Duke Martin spoke, "Gentlemen, the matter at hand is crucial. We have a potential threat in our midst, and we must address it promptly."

Seated across the table was Duke Harrington, an elderly noble with a regal air. To his left, Marquis Montague, a wiry man with sharp features, listened intently. On the other side sat Marquis Bartholomew, a portly figure with a jovial demeanor.