Snippet #1667508

Jack's boots were not meant to step on floor as prestigious as this. He left a trail of tiles, slightly scuffed and marred wherever he stepped and the man leading him through this mansion could not have been more distraught. Every single step Jack took was like a step on his very own soul, and he showed it in the terse way he talked while he walked.

"Well, now, being invited to meet with our Lord of Midi in person is a very prestigious event and you should feel honored." He faked a half-smile and Jack responded with more silence.

"What was the specific reason I was sent her?" Jack's hand went down to his money pocket, fondling the sack of coins he'd been given for his time.

"Well, I am in no way qualified to tell you that and if you want an answer you'll have to ask our Lord, Samuel, himself." Jack grunted in response and fell back into step, observing, admiring, and analyzing the area around him. He reckoned that if he tried to run and could make it here, the tables sitting on the side of the hall could be used as barricades to slow any pursuing guards for a few seconds. Then he could- "I've heard that you have a history with Kraggenheim, hmm?" Jack snapped out of his thoughts and grunted in response.

Soon, though not soon enough for the escort, Jack was led to the doors of the room he was apparently supposed to have been on time to and brought into the room. His eyes met those of everyone else in the room for a brief second as he scanned them over for danger, a red-head, what seemed to be a priest, a man who looked as if he was also from Kraggenheim, and a man standing next to the person Jack assumed had brought them here. If he was Samuel, the Lord of Midi, then he knew how to show it. Jack could recognize as he sweeped his eyes about the room, a Zeitbrennen made sculpture of Death, nude and broken.

The entire room, like the hallway he had come in seemed to be made to convey that this man not only had more money than you ever would, but that he had more money than you and everyone you would ever meet if they took their life's savings and bet it on the horse races. Jack suddenly felt like the sum in his pockets was a bit paltry.