The dining room was quiet, with a tense atmosphere that almost looked like a courthouse that accommodated audiences who still waited for a particular judgment. Any slightest sound—be it shuffle, or even breath—seemed to be amplified by the stillness of this silence.
Rino Carter walked in, behind Ribby, whom after some strides in the step, bowed before those at the dining table and left immediately.
What's more? Ribby had delivered the feedback which the others waited from him as feedback to the pair of eyes staring. The whole scene was pristine and imposing, just like his room where he had awoken in.
He wanted to gasp in awe of what he was seeing but abruptly got hold of his consciousness.
'But this was not the Carter's Mansion I knew.'
This was his thought as he looked to download the features of this dining room, which was a grand hall shaped like a square.
