The air felt heavy, thick, cold.
Winter hadn't arrived yet, but was just weeks away, and most leaves had already given way in anticipation, but the clouds were not quite ready, it was dark and heavy with cumulonimbus forming about it. The winds had picked up and were creating whistling sounds as they drifted through hollows created by the trees that were scattered around. Behind this trees was a great building, the Council building.
Spanning about a kilometer across, it was only six storeys tall from the ground, but extended ten floors below, bringing the total floors of the building to seventeen. Across its one kilometer span were rooms of different sizes ranging from halls to offices to restrooms, all in the seventeenth floors, although some rooms cut across more than one floors like the great hall within.
