It had been seen before, where power corrupts and undermines even the best-made plans. I was seeing it now as I walked up the long hall to the main table to take up the voiced invitation.
The Captain had collected me at the gate and we moved, together with the escorts, without explanation past large stone buildings to one rumbling with talk and laughter, the clatter of dishes. The doors opened expelling plumes of smoke, the smell of rich food, and the level of sounds within turning to a loud roar.
‘Go,’ he said, and stepping forward the story began.