The great hall of Drakwyne was a vast, windowless space carved from dark grey stone. Stone pillars lined the expansive space. Torches burned along the walls, their flames steady, filling the room with a warm but heavy glow. The air was cool, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and gathered bodies. More than fifty people stood inside the hall in clusters on the stone floor. They were mostly men.
There were the members of the ruling coven, their faces sharp and watchful. There were elders from the outlying wanderers' cells dressed in dark-colored garments. There were leaders of wolf clans, broader and more solid in their posture, their expressions wary. A few merchants stood near the back, looking uncomfortable. Soldiers of Drakwyne were stationed around, ready to obey whatever instructions.
