Deep underground in Kvernheim, within an ancient chamber known to very few, a large circular table surrounded by eleven chairs stood in absolute stillness. The room was dimly lit and empty. Intricate designs adorned both table and chairs… ancient runes carved into the wood with such precision that they enhanced rather than diminished their elegance.
There were no windows, no connection to the outside world save for a single door. Golden runes covered its surface, while the granite walls seemed veiled beneath faint lines of gilded runic patterns.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a woman of extraordinary beauty stepped inside.
