Everyone stood there, quietly watching as the spectral images moved around them in a rush, trying to put themselves in order, and they were patiently waiting for what he wanted to show them. Despite the two being the most nervous, they held their ground, hoping that whatever it was, it would not change the way they saw things, or maybe he was wrong altogether.
Meanwhile, the ones who were working for him, the mercenaries, watched from the shadows; several of them had stepped back into view. Not to attack—but to watch. Witnesses. Loyal hounds. One that was ready to do his bidding without questioning, which was not a good thing; however, no one there felt threatened at the time.
The images kept on spinning until thy finally began slowing down, and shouting voices resonated within the room, bouncing off the metals, it was coming from within the projection.
