Through the stained glass window, the evening twilight cast its glow upon the lapis lazuli floor tiles.
Within the velvet curtains, twenty-four gleaming bronze candelabras flickered with bright light.
Passing through the purple curtains beside the pillars, at the end of the crimson carpet, was a pit filled with sand, the size of three beds.
In the yellow sand, stones and branches were placed to represent mountains and forests, with finger-sized flags planted as military camps.
This was a makeshift sand table, lacking precise mountains or accurate elevations, only flat surfaces.
The Duke of Wing Nest's Red Falcon paced quietly along the edge of the sand table, occasionally lowering its head to push the sand with its buttery beak.
"Your courage is smaller than that of lambs!"
A rugged voice filled with hidden anger echoed under the vaulted ceiling of the castle hall, as the Duke of Wing Nest, Ordasare, in a black sable robe, trembled with rage.
