The doors opened with a low creak,eat and sound hit them at once. The smell of roasted meat,oil and something sweet flooded the air.
The hall was alive. Gold lamps lined the walls, lighting tables that stretched from one end of the room to the other. Men and women sat in loose circles, eating and laughing. Music drifted from a corner..soft strings and slow drums. Servants moved between tables carrying trays piled with fruit, bread, and wine.
At the far end sat Borath, the King of Greed, on a wide throne surrounded by dancers and plates stacked high. The moment Eiji and the others entered, the noise dimmed a little and heads turned their way
