Regressor's plight

In that large conference room, Nobles; Dukes, Princes, Marquess', Counts----everybody with authorities higher than a certain level within the Empire were present in the room, talking about the things they improved within their households, jeering at people they built new connections with, and talking about more insignificant things that would most probably boost their household reputations and fame, until the blindfolded young man dared to barge in presumptuously.

The Nobles were seated on tens of luxuriously exquisite seats separated by a broad and wide sumptuous table where laid miscellaneous things useful for the current meeting, while the room itself was sumptuously grand looking with velvet curtained walls.

Five Dukes, two Princes, 7 Marquess, and 4 Counts present within the room snapped their heads at the door, which busted open by a presumptuous young man, but the Nobles didn't show any other reaction than frowning.