Chapter 18: One of Us
As Kain approached the hall at the very top, he glanced around at the paintings and torches that adorned the wide spiral staircase.
"What's the reason this feast is even happening?"
"Hah," Derek chuckled. "We'll find out soon enough. As soon as the Old Eye shows up, he'll tell us all about it. I'm sure of it."
Kain turned around, seeing several silhouettes in expensive suits following them below. "What about the invitations?"
"Only one of us needs them. Enough! More business, less words!"
Step.
Stepping out of the dim aisle, the light from the chandeliers fell on their faces, lighting the way to tables full of food and drinks. The room was still fairly empty, but guests were coming up, and the pace only increased.
"Please, your invitations," a low, stern voice sounded from the side.
A man stood not far from the entrance with an emotionless face. Although everyone was in suits or dresses, he was wearing a long cloak reaching to the floor. The symbol of an owl with one eye was sewn on the cloak with silver threads.
'So, is he one of them?' Kain narrowed his eyes.
Yerez pulled a black card from his pocket, handing it to the man.