It was not long before entering the same coach again and traveling the route to Mr. Sorghum’s home for our negotiation. I worried that he would not be available and I would not be able to complete my business, but the butler offered another suggestion as he led me into the deeper portions of the immaculate home. The decorations and furniture were of a high quality which had been matched to the smallest details. Everything had been themed in white and gold within and lit very well with finely crafted candle hangers. The art and sculptures held within seemed too fine for a private home and were sure to have entered a museum at one time or another in its existence.
Even the gardens in which Mr. Sorghum and his wife were seated held such opulence that I could hardly believe that I had not ste
