He wasn’t sure where he was exactly.
The room was huge, almost as big as his own ball room, but this room was adorned with at least twenty men wearing heavy, red robes and masks covering their faces. They were all silently standing very stiff as if they were soldiers at attention.
Chatham wasn’t really sure how he had gotten there. He had woken up only a few minutes ago to a smell invading his nostrils that made him gag and fight the vomit from getting past his throat. It was a strong smell that reminded him of a mixture of sulfur and ammonia with hot pepper spices thrown in there, too. The second that it had invaded his nose, his whole head lit up with sickness and heat. He felt like he wanted to sneeze, but the mechanism that made that happen was just a bit unresponsive.
The smell was
