4th Brightening of Kelendryas, Winter, Era XV
Upon entering the main room which was thirty feet by thirty feet with a ten foot sealing, a desk set in the center for the secretary to handle the brightening’s affairs. The secretary was an elder dwarf. He stood about three and a half feet tall and was more round than muscular like the dwarven warriors. His beard was down past his chest and was pure white. He had no hair on the tip of his head but had a pony tail that went down past his collar that was from the hair that remained on the sides of his head; the pony tail was a mix of graying and white hair. The elder dwarf also wore a set of spectacles that hung on the low end of his rounded nose.
“Serale! Please do come in. The Imperial Judicator’s been expecting ya. I have food and drink awaiting you all on the table. Help yourselves and ask if ya need anything. The name’s Scurvy.” The elder dwarf then went back to his work.
Three rooms were off of the main lobby. The first room was a conference room with an oval table stained deep red and capable of seating twelve people to which there were twelve chairs stained in the same color. Two of the doors were closed while the third door had been left open. This was not the type of setting Parreyon had expected to use it for as there were no windows, but he didn‘t want to go looking for a different place on such short notice. A few pictures of various mountain ranges in the Empire lined the walls for the only décor in the room.
Parreyon sat at the end of the oval table closest to the door. He normally would have been sitting at the other end because it had an obvious more comfortable padded chair. But the Imperial Regent would be present in this room, and the chair had been left open for him. This may have been the Imperial Judicator’s office, but he would not pull a power trip on the leader of the world. In the center of the table were various cuts of salted meats, cheeses, and breads accompanied by a bottle of Enamorian Wine, Zerdargian Brandy, some juice, and water. Curled in the far corner of the room on the floor closest the padded comfy chair rested a large pillow like bed. Upon it lay Praaal the seven hundred pound and seventeen feet long great panther
“Please come in and thank you for making it on such short notice. We have a lot to discuss so grab a bite and a drink and we’ll get started once everyone arrives.” He would shake the hands of the men and offer a gentle hug to Liselle.