High-standing figures are currently present to attend the sudden, out-of-the-blue meeting.
A request from an unexpected visitor.
Under the request, ten figures were called to a secretive parlor.
It was an expansive room shrouded in mysterious gloom, echoing the grandeur and ominous allure of the Dark Elves. High, arching windows stretch towards the ceiling, partially covered by heavy, whispering drapes.
Statues of legendary Dark Elves adorned the walls, depicting scenes of ancient lore.
At the room's heart lies a long, onyx table.
Its surface is reflective and cold, lined with chairs that resemble thrones, each carved from the rarest dark wood and endowed with high, clawed backrests. An array of candles, dancing like captive spirits, provide a dim, flickering light that casts, treacherous shadows across the floor.
Moving lively, these shadows mingle with the soft glow that the table emanates.