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exposed skin. The waft of air seemed out of keeping with the confines
of the stone walls, the heat from the central brazier oppressive;
colouring the scene a warm collage of orange and murky red.
At one time, this had been part of a grand demesne of some lord
or another, the name of that family long since passed into memory.
Now, the estate had also fallen into ruin, and the abandoned
chapel they stood inside was but one example of the decay wrought
by time. Paint had peeled away from the walls, as the once grand
frescoes chipped and broke. The carpet underfoot had long since
rotted through to reveal dirty stone underneath.
The remaining faces of saints and angels stared out from the
walls, their glares warped and distorted, almost pleading to
join the fragments of their brethren on the floor. In grander
days, this place had been a grand celebration of civilisation and
the arts; now it looked like anything but.
The secretive gathering was surely the first of its kind since the
end of the Century Wars, but the parley took place amongst the
ghosts of the past, and marks of destitution both. They were poor
omens. At least the domed ceiling had yet to fall in, although the
skeletal frame was thick with ancient cobwebs and soot.
You can save your bullshit. I know that your kind only respect
coin. Once your traitorous master has finally decided how greedy
he is, send an envoy to tell me how much will buy your loyalty.