I stepped into the Firebrass meeting room alongside Nekrosi and Vitriol, and my first impression was stark professionalism and aesthetic.
The chamber was rectangular, constructed from polished black stone veined with faint crimson streaks that pulsed with contained heat—hence the name, I supposed.
A long obsidian table dominated the center, flanked by high-backed chairs upholstered in dark leather.
Floating orbs of contained flame hovered near the ceiling, casting a warm, flickering light that danced across the walls.
The air carried a faint sulfuric tinge, not unpleasant but noticeable, like standing near a dormant forge.
Six demons already occupied the room, scattered around the table in positions that suggested casual vigilance rather than formal seating.
