The new supreme rulers of Khandar met in the old common room of the Justices, the cudgel-bearing peace-keepers and constabulary who were now the closest thing the city of Ashe-Katarion had to a civil authority it was a gloomy space, buried deep in the city's ancient gatehouse. Jaffa-dan-Iln, as Grand Justice, was the nominal host of the gathering, he'd done his best to straighten up, removing decades of accumulated rubbish, packs of cards, dice and misplaced papers. There was no way to hide the marks and patches on the carpet, though, or the plain sandstone walls, devoid of decorations except where some bored Justices had carved them with a belt knife. The tables were of cheap wood layered with stains, and the chairs were a mismatched set dragged from every room of the gatehouse. Jaffa had rearranged the bookcases and other furniture to atleast conceal the more obscene bits of graffiti.
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