Abel did not know where he was taken. He had been blindfolded, after all.
Moreover, his captives also made sure that he was unable to hear anything other than the sound of his own breathing.
All he knew was that he was being taken somewhere by carriage. Then, he was made to walk somewhere after alighting from the carriage.
After what felt like forever, he was finally made to sit down.
Finally, the cloth covering his head was lifted.
Intense light flooded his vision, causing him to squint. When his vision cleared, he found himself in a familiar place—a place he had visited just earlier that day.
A lavishly decorated hall, filled with armed leather chairs, mahogany tables, and a roaring fireplace. There was a refined and elegant bar to the side.
He sat on a leather sofa, and in front of him were four men dressed in finely-tailored clothes. He knew two of them.
