Mirelah;
I watch as the council members file into the hall. The Herald didn't announce them. And when I study the room, I understand why. It's a silent statement from the council. 'They don't need an introduction. Everyone knows who they are.'
I watch the eldest council member walk in front, with the remaining four members behind him. The lights reflect proudly off his neatly combed, white hair and beard, and his blue eyes are filled with so much seriousness, I can tell the wheels of his mind are turning even now as he walks.
The other council members are positioned two on each side of him. Creating a pyramid of silent schemes and solid deception. I would know. I've been their victim. They're all draped in red robes with black designs and embroideries. There is a silent, terrifying grace to the men as they walk down the hall.
