We stepped into the room.
It immediately struck me how closely it mirrored the church's grand interior with the same holy architecture and same somber palette, but it was noticeably scaled down. The ceiling wasn't as high, the stained-glass windows weren't as large, and the light filtering in lacked the divine brilliance of the main cathedral. The holy aura tried to linger, but here it felt more forced... manufactured rather than natural, I guess.
Dominating the center of the room was an enormous table, carved from dark, aged wood with intricate engravings that tried to project authority. Two men were already seated on the opposite end. Judging by their placement and demeanor, I guessed they were high priests as well, though that assumption was purely based on context, not presence.
