Baron Territory

In the sprawling halls of Baron Geisler's mansion, a meeting room bristled with tension.

A grand table stretched the length of the chamber, its surface polished to a mirror-like shine.

Surrounding it were advisors, military strategists, and key members of the household.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the faint tang of wine, but even these luxuries couldn't mask the anxiety permeating the room.

The Baron himself, a towering figure with a thick salt-and-pepper beard, sat at the head of the table.

His piercing gray eyes swept across the room, scrutinizing every face as if daring anyone to speak out of turn.

Despite his formidable presence, his brow was furrowed in thought, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table as the discussions raged around him.