Lord Rowe pushed open the great oak doors of the council chamber, the chilly air of the room rushing over him as he stepped inside.
The chamber was circular, the stone walls decorated with banners of Camelot's noble houses.
At the center stood the great roundtable, carved from blackwood and polished to a mirror sheen.
Around it, the nobles were already seated in their appointed places.
His chair, reserved for the Head of the Investigation Authority, stood empty.
He strode towards it, his boots echoing softly against the stone floor.
At the table's head, the First Premier, Thomas Ramsay, presided over the session.
An imposing man with streaks of white in his hair and the steady eyes of a statesman, Ramsay nodded curtly as Rowe took his seat.
Other figures of power occupied their places.
