The dinning hall was large, infact extremely large, and while there was an extremely long table in the middle of it, what was most prevalent was the massive chair sitting on a raised Dais. If Cole didn't know any better he would say that looked like a crown.
And as for the table, it was more like a conference table, arranged in a circle around a pentagram that at the moment was glowing a dull red while the mother of all Eldritch Gaze eyeball things floated there, using it's tentacles to attack the orc and Sylvain along with the two humans that were their party members.
"Morgan open fire on that eyeball, but focus it in sort bursts, keep it preoccupied so that I can find a soft spot." Cole ordered as he vanished into Morgan's shadow, and the Direwolf gave a small whine that was part mechanical and part animal.
