Everyone had gathered in the strategy room.
A massive oak table occupied the center of the room, with a sand table on top of it.
It was made from different colored mineral powders and binding agents, depicting the complete topography around Minas Tirith Port.
Gray-white mountains, dark-green swamps, and brown plains.
The most striking feature was the bay, rendered with blue glass sand, with the varying depths of underwater reefs and trenches marked in different colors.
A scale model of the city of Minas Tirith sat nestled between the rocky mountains. Its highest point, a model of the White Tower, was carved from ivory.
"Everyone."
Velin's voice silenced the room.
He took out a black velvet bag from under the table, reached inside, and pulled out a Crystal Stone the size of a fist.
The Crystal Stone was a deep red, with a faint light flowing within it.
"An Original Blood Crystal," Baron Kroo said aloud in surprise.
