The room was bright, brighter than he expected. When he stepped in, only the Primarch was seated on a large chair at the end of the room.
It was as a large room, big enough to be a hall, infact, Jacob thought it was a great hall that was just converted to a throne room of some sort.
The walls were lined with portraits of different men, Jacob made them out as previous Wutherhorn Primarch's, that was the only thing that made sense.
"Welcome Jacob." The Primarch welcomed him with outstretched arms, his voice bouncing off the walls, but he did not get up from his seat.
Heimdall stood in a corner, he had his hands and head bandaged as he stretched his body in very obscene ways, ways that Jacob did not think was possible for a man to do.
For his obvious old age, the man was very flexible, he bent his legs every which way, leaving Jacob amazed.
