Inside a château built on a private island 12 nautical miles off coast of French Guiana.
There were 31 chairs arranged in each side of that long table, Host chair was large ivory crafted Jacobean, the guest started to come towards the table and got seated in their positions, a lady with slender body and opal like complexion arrived, all raised, she was seated in the ivory Jacobean.
“What’s new regarding the Shrine of Avarice?”
As she spoke a sudden silence transpired as if the whole hall had gone vacuum.
The man on chestnut colored suit grew nervous.
“I think responsibility of matters regarding the shrine is still vested upon Mr. Arthur”.
“Yes my Princess, I am in charge”.
“I heard you lost track of survivors”.
“That’s not completely true, sure we lost track of one, but others are
