The air in the Elders Council Chamber was thick with the weight of ancient authority and present anxiety.
The massive, circular granite table dominated the room, its surface reflecting the soft glow of the central crystal.
Hamdal sat at the front, outwardly calm but internally calculating, his renowned gauntlets resting on the dark wood of his chair's arms.
Beside him were the three titans of the council.
Grand Elder Ignis, The Dwarf, massive and imposing, his silver-ringed beard framing a face set in a deep scowl.
His posture conveyed an impatience for inefficiency.
Grand Elder Aerion, The Elf, a picture of ethereal age and wisdom.
He sat with unnerving stillness, his eyes barely visible beneath heavy lids, seemingly observing the arguments from a great, detached height.
Grand Elder Vorlag, The Dragon-kin, his broad shoulders and subtly scaled skin emphasizing his formidable presence.
