It was exactly as anyone might imagine, bright, colorful, and crowded to the point of nausea.
Fancy rugs with intricate patterns had been laid down; upon them, rows of low tables had been loaded with a rainbow of colorful dishes, all to satisfy the taste buds of the nobles, who lounged and chatted nonchalantly.
Sindbad thought that even air itself would struggle to fit inside.
It didn't help at all that it was hot outside, making it suffocating.
Only those who had a practice at keeping their masks intact and their smiles plastered on could tolerate such a gathering.
Sindbad quickly scanned the room and the attendants, and wondered for the umpteenth time why was he buckling under his uncle's wishes. He shouldn't have come along.
He could talk his way when it came to deals and all, but he couldn't tolerate a conversation with those who had no business other than boasting about their wealth and pedigree.
