In a place unknown hidden somewhere where the eyes can’t reach, set few men over a round table facing each other. They wore luxuries black robes along with cloaks covering all their shapes. They set calmly some with a cup of wine on their hands, were ones had coffees fearing the influence of the liquor on their minds. Their faces where behind some golden masks protecting their identity and their families names. Leaving only their mouth for the open, to move and drink when they wished for.