The creaking of wheels rolling against the marble flooring echo especially loud within the silence of the room. No one said a word as intense sights locked onto the moving carts as if wolves staring at prey.
Servants of similar structures and gestures entered at the same speed from the three entrances before circling around the man standing in the middle. Turning the transports around to the front in face of the audience before releasing the handles.
Elegant synchronized movements of straightened backs, folded hands hovering professionally above their stomach increased the anticipation in the area. Those servants were akin to emotionless puppets waiting for their next set of orders.
The butler gave a satisfied tug of his lips as deep penetrating eyes scanned the expanse of the chamber. Taking in the hunger-filled gazes that seem to crave for the chance to fulfill their unending wants.
