Tyrant? Tyrant!

The feast continues inside the terrace, with the chubby merchant sitting on top, Antonius eating by his left hand side accompanied by Yuri and his personnel guards. Around him seats all the other merchants and land lords who dare not to utter a single word, and in their center there are three gigantic bronze pots with burning woods cracking, then finally beside the pots there are four Mamluk soldiers butchering a goat, with two more goats waiting behind in line for their turn to be butchered. 

The knives of the Mamluk soldiers, although being dull in colour after years of usage, still appeared glistering to the eyes of the intended audience as light from the fire is being reflected on to the dull blades in to their eyes, accompanied with that eerie glee from the Mamluk Soldier's faces and occasional eye contacts, it just frightens the soul out of them, unsure whether they shall become the next 'goat' waiting in line to get the same treatment.