The moment they entered the hall, all eyes were on them. The air in the hall slowed down, and everyone felt as though they were looking at beings forged in the bowels of hell. There were twenty of them. They all walked in single file with a young man in the lead.
The young man wore shamanic vestments that were sleeveless with several layers, making him appear ready for war at the drop of a coin. The tabard-style tunic was multilayered with a base that was a deep charcoal black, featuring bold, vertical stripes of royal purple and mustard yellow that ran the length of the garment. A large, integrated black hood with purple lining rested over his shoulders, adding an air of mystery and spirituality to his silhouette.
