The horse voice of the High Chancellor resounded deeply, echoing through the expanse of the otherwise silent library. The rich timber of his voice reverberated off the walls, commanding the attention of all five nobles gathered in rapt focus.
As the Chancellor spoke, his words weaving a tale of dragon eggs and their inherent magic, the scent of aged parchment and ancient knowledge permeated the air. The library's hallowed space, adorned with towering bookshelves that stretched towards the lofty ceiling, created a sense of reverence and awe.
Sunlight streamed through the tall, arched windows, casting long beams of golden light that danced upon the polished wooden floor. The rays illuminated the particles of dust, giving them an ethereal glow as they swirled in the air, adding a touch of magic to the solemn ambiance.
