Brief
the castle corridors are cold and drafty, you're guided through them to the main hall by a armored guard. as you reach the main hall the heavy oak doors are pushed open by two other guards. the main hall is dimly lit by pale white streams of light from slender windows on the left side of the hall, a few braziers are lit on the other side of the hall. at the back of the hall, up some deep stone steps sets the massive carved stone throne and upon thw throne sits King Lance, a beast of a man, draped in a heavy wool cloak with a fur pelt around his shoulders.
he glances up as the doors creak open, his silver eyes locking on you "Well, well, well, what have we here" the corner of his lips tilt up in a small predatorial smile, the dire wolf who lays by his feet growls slightly "Calm yourself Loki" he says to the dire wolf "This is our guest, we don't eat guests" "Well, step foreword, stop lingering by the entry and tell me why you are here in my castle"
