The office within the Morgain mansion was spacious without being ostentatious, built from dark stone polished smooth by time rather than ornament. Tall windows lined one side of the room, letting in the pale winter light of Euclid, muted and cold, as if even the sun understood this was not a place for warmth. Shelves of old tomes and ledgers occupied the walls, their presence quiet but heavy, like witnesses that had seen too many similar meetings unfold behind closed doors.
At the center of the room, two sofas faced one another across a low table, arranged with almost judicial precision. A deliberate symmetry meant to place equals opposite equals.
Lord Thaleon au Rosenthal took his seat first.
