Two men stood in an elevated platform. Behind them was tightly sealed door brimming with yellow lights; before them was a set of cylindrical glass filled with a green liquid of some sort, divided by iron railings.
This cylindrical glass lined the edges of the dark and damp rectangular chamber. This room had no window and was filled with these cylindrical glasses as if it was hidden from the outside.
Inside these glasses was a spherical lump of meat—obscured by green murky liquid.
The two men studied these glasses with careful eyes. Aside from the taller man with a pair of glasses, they both wore black fitting pants and high cut boots, and a black jacket—that were perfectly cut to fit.
The shorter man gave a piece of folded paper to the man beside him. Both their faces were obscured with darkness from the room. Sometimes, green light flickered into the mysterious square face of the shorter man.
"Lord Ferel," the shorter man said. Handing the paper, clipped between his fingers.
