The room is filled with murmurs and silent thinking. The windows were shut, curtains drawn, but the darkness receds against the overwhelming warm light of the chandelier hanging at the center of the domed ceiling painted plainly yet elegantly. The clatter of feet could be heard echoing throughout the hall, and voices gathered around the U-shaped table of stone.
There were chairs, but only a few were seated. Specifically those who possessed higher status, leaders, and chiefs. They were divided. A few were from foreign clans from lands afar. The Morfaers, winged creatures of the beast clans. The Veresyahs, their magnificent antlers, and horns would make one gape and lost in their allure. Sairens, a royal clan of the merfolk. Their skin and features were breathtaking as their powers. And a few of Bramscath, the hidden dwarves who had just unearthed a few years after the birth of Kron.
