Flags fluttered above the Round Table as a bone-chilling, damp wind swept through the stone path. A man, cloaked entirely in a cape, entered the Underground Dark Chamber, and the heavy iron door closed behind him.
He settled into a tall-backed stone chair as his attendant lit the candles on the table.
"Percival, you are late."
Arthur, who had been resting with closed eyes at the head of the table, opened his eyes and scanned the figure under the candlelight.
"I was paying tribute to Ector when I received the message. It took some time to return." said Percival, knight of the eleventh seat.
Arthur nodded, showing no intention of blaming him. Instead, he rang a bell, signaling the meeting's commencement.
"We have already discussed the cause of Ector's death and the changes in the situation at our last meeting. Today, I have urgently summoned you because a significant event has occurred at Roslair Port," he said gravely.
