The room was quiet- with only one rhythmic sound permeating through the air. There were subtle cracks on a few of the furniture. But the sofas Adrian and Irene were sitting upon were completely free from such imperfections.
*Tap. Tap. Tap*
Adrian's right index fingers were clashing against the wooden armrest while his head lied on his other hand- the one that was pillared on the other arm of the crouch.
Irene, on the other hand, was looking into nothingness- her body still, and face nonchalant.
*Step. Step.*
Soon, sound footsteps joined the constant taps. Two young men arrived.
One of them was the sleeveless shirt wearing muscular man from before- Asmond. And the other was a new face, at least to Irene.
"He is Eustace." Asmond introduced. "Eustace the Greedy."
"Tap." The rhythmic sound stopped.
Both Adrian and Irene scanned 'through' the newcomer- from top, to bottom.