Deep within the Mountains, the City of Forged Fire.
The Supreme Hall is a grand dome crafted out of an entire black iron rock mountain, with walls embedded with ever-burning runes said to be eternal since the era of our ancestors.
At present, all four clan seats are occupied.
"Mycelium Fungus Castle?" The Firebeard clan chief stroked his fiery-red, bushy beard with contempt in his voice, "What a ridiculous name. Essentially, they're just remnants of the Demon Race who escaped the northern cold snap, forming a band and setting up camp. Can they really be called a force? Is it even worth discussing here?"
His burly body leaned back, and the iron chair groaned.
The Zafa clan chief, the only female in the hall, bore such a densely and meticulously braided beard that any outsider couldn't tell her gender until she spoke.
