[Though he stays in place, mindful of how little he knows of this room and how much it doesn't matter because wherever they were, Sauron would always have the upper hand over him, Adar still turns as his master leaves his side and his eyes follow him even though his body does not.]
No. [Yes, maybe, but not overwhelmingly so. An army of witnesses wouldn't change that Sauron would do what he willed, so the silky black of the room does not bother the Uruk the way it would someone who did not know his master from more than whispers.
When finally he takes a step forward, his boots feel painfully loud on the stone beneath them. He is aware, suddenly, of how graceless he feels in comparison to the light that draws him forward as he carefully sidesteps the gold, unsure if it would burn or if it was just an illusion.]
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No. [Yes, maybe, but not overwhelmingly so. An army of witnesses wouldn't change that Sauron would do what he willed, so the silky black of the room does not bother the Uruk the way it would someone who did not know his master from more than whispers.
When finally he takes a step forward, his boots feel painfully loud on the stone beneath them. He is aware, suddenly, of how graceless he feels in comparison to the light that draws him forward as he carefully sidesteps the gold, unsure if it would burn or if it was just an illusion.]
How may I serve you, my lord?