"What did you say!?" An elderly man shouted at the top of his lungs. He stood swiftly from his chair, his hands firmly planted on the marble-top table below.
He wore a mage's robe, his beard long and white. He sat at the center of a table that was long and curved outward like the letter "C."
Eleven more mages sat behind this table. Before them lay a grand hall filled with thousands of souls.
The table lay on an elevated platform, a few lowered steps leading up to it. The rest of the room below resembled a courthouse.
There were two stands on either side of the table, with three-sided railings, and also a large railing stopping all others from encroaching upon the platform.
Guards stood watch, these ones clad in heavier armor. They wielded long spears, their armor gleaning with a golden hue.
Chatter spread amongst the crowd of people below as the twelve mages sitting at the opposite side of the table discussed what seemed to be a very important matter.
