Murmurs of hate, laughter, mocking, and gossiping filled the room. Kault was seated on one of the many chairs each of the others were sitting on. Some of them were flirting with each other, while other’s were fighting. Kault was neither of these, just sitting there, hands folded in his lap. Some of them were too intimidated to talk to him, others tried to tease him, but Kault glared at them and they shut up. You walk in, drinks in hand. All heads turn as voices quiet.
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