Grom did not lead them to the secluded boxes high above. Instead, he took them along a sloping passageway at the edge, laid with a thicker carpet, to a spot toward the front of the amphitheater's middle section.
The four seats here were noticeably more spacious and comfortable. The velvet cushions were a deeper shade, the armrests were carved with finer, dark patterns, and a small coffee table with an Obsidian inlay sat before them.
"Sir, please have a seat."
"The view from this position is quite good. It isn't too conspicuous, but you can still see the display stage perfectly."
Grom gestured solicitously, the shrewd cunning in his yellow eyes masked by a perfect display of service.
"A waiter will be along shortly to serve you drinks and simple refreshments. Please help yourselves. There is usually some time to mingle before the gathering officially begins."
He paused, his pointed ears twitching slightly as if listening for some distant sound, then put on a smile again.
