The grand meeting hall echoed with a sense of forgotten importance. Sunlight, filtered through high, arched windows of stained glass, cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the polished marble floor. The air hung heavy with the faint scent of old parchment and pipe tobacco, a lingering memory of countless discussions held within these walls.
Towering oak pillars, carved with intricate scenes of past victories and treaties, lined the perimeter of the room. Their polished surfaces gleamed in the dappled sunlight, reflecting the faded grandeur of the ornately patterned rugs that stretched across the vast expanse of the floor.
