There was a dark room several meters wide and shaped in a circle, in the middle was a huge wooden roundtable painted black and polished smooth. Around the round table was seven chairs all made of the same ebony wood, the workmanship of the chairs was a beauty to behold.
The source of light in the room came from a huge hole in the roof of the room which was the full moon's light falling down on the table and illuminating the room.
The walls of the room were covered in sharp rocks rather than smooth block, this gave the room's walls a cave-like appearance.
Etched into the middle of the table was a crafts work of a silver wolf's head howling out. Each chair had a specific detail to them strange and peculiar, insignias each using parts of the wolf in a different way.
All of the chairs were occupied except for two of them, on the rest were silhouettes hidden in darkness. The air was foreboding and cold, for several seconds it almost felt like the room remained stagnant in time.
