Darius and Amy walked alongside each other across a hall, stepping on a gold velvet carpet. It was so clean, devoid of any crumb of dirt, that both of them felt guilty about dirtying it with their filthy boots. Probably, it was not usual for people to walk there often.
There were several expensive paintings, furniture adorned with gems, and even sculptures scattered around the hall. Guards were standing at strategic points, covering the entire place. May someone go beyond any boundaries there, they would be executed immediately.
'I don't like people whose eyes I cannot see... And that's the case with these guards', Darius thought. He maintained his hands near his sabers, trying his best not to seem a threat, but not inoffensive either.
"You need to calm down", Amy whispered without taking her eyes off the person at the end of the hall. "If you keep acting like a mercenary, they will treat you as such."