In a luxurious room, adorned with gold, red, and white hues, the antiques on display seemed to exude an air of magnificence, as if plucked from the chronicles of history.
The table was cluttered with papers stacked in a chaotic maner and a statue of a strange being, crafted from gold and adorned with stars for eyes, sat atop a nearby pedestal. Amidst this opulent setting, a portly man, Lord Valebrook, sat in a chair, savoring a hearty meal with an air of nonchalance, his movements surprisingly smooth and delicate, showcasing his noble lineage.
As the door creaked open, a white-haired butler, his demeanor, a picture of propriety, entered the room, bowing politely. "Lord Valebrook," he announced, his voice low and measured.