The dwarf guards led them through the doors. The excited to a place of grandness that resembled a palace. Surely a palace. Ju Feng had thought they were going back to the surface, but now, they were going to a palace. From the outside, the king's hall had looked immense, but inside, perhaps because of the guard's words, the soaring, empty space struck Ju Feng anew. Lit by spherelight that barely reached the barrel-vaulted ceiling, the hall was a cold place, filled with shadows and lonely echoes.
At the far end of the room, a throne sat on a raised dais, flanked by a series of pillars engraved with Dwarvish runes. Ju Feng couldn't be sure, but by the arrangement of the letters, he thought the writing contained names. Several symbols repeated down the columns, perhaps indicating members of the same clan. More silvery-blue lichen draped the tops of the pillars, casting them and the throne in a cool silver glow that contrasted with the warm torchlight in the rest of the hall.
