Large, tall poles were scattered about. The ceiling was high and dark. The weather was cold and slightly damp. The wind screamed from outside when it blew hard enough. At the edges of the walls, one or two people stood and whispered. Others looked down a little anxiously.
Their faces looked human, but they had horns. Most of them had jet black hair, some red, some silver. Both men and women had strange features. Sometimes they were too muscular or too sexy to look at.
"He's dead!"
The whispers stopped when the sentence finally came out. The air suddenly became heavier. Everyone was startled by the slight movement of the stairs not far from where the men stood. In the dark shadow of the wall above the stairs, a chair made of gleaming black stone stood in the middle of the stairs.
