The main hall of the Koh estate was rowdy, drowning out the music playing in the background.
That was the first thing Nero registered. Not the incredible size of the hall it, or the opulent chandeliers, or the heavily jeweled guests with their expensive attires, or the ornaments of pure silver and gold.
The accumulated sound of that many people talking simultaneously produced something that resembled the rumbling of distant thunder.
It made the air feel thick and heavy.
He followed Arthur and Jacob through the entrance and into it.
The orchestra was somewhere toward the far end of the hall. Their fingers thrumming and plucking furiously as they kept up the atmosphere.
The tables were dressed in white linen and set with silverware that caught the chandelier light brilliantly. Servants moved through the space like water through cracks, keeping the atmosphere vibrant and alive with a neverending flow of alcohol.
