The Meeting.
Evening.
Meeting Hall, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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In the grand hall of the dark mansions, Lord Theodore stood at the head of a long table, his imposing figure commanding the attention of the assembled nobles, titled men, guards, magistrate and men of his city.
The flickering candlelight casted dramatic shadows across the ornate tapestries that adorned the walls, lending the hall an air of solemnity to the proceedings.
Theodore resisted the urge to clear his throat before he talked.
"My esteemed gentlemen," Theodore began, his voice carrying with it the weight of authority and concern. "I have called you here today to address a matter of grave importance" the men nodded.
His sky blue eyes tried to hold all their eyes, one by one. "It has come to my attention that intruders have infiltrated our fair city, threatening the safety and security of all who reside within its walls."