The grand chamber of the Dogkin Royal Palace had a unique air of authority and power to it that mixed perfectly well with history and tradition. Towering stone walls that were carved with the great victories of the grand tribe, loomed over the gathered rulers. A circular arrangement of desks formed around the middle of the chamber, each leader was seated behind their respective station.
At the head of it all sat Vargis, the dogkin chieftain. He drummed his fingers against the table in slow taps while his ears perked as he studied the broken figure in the center of the room.
There, displayed for all to see, was the necromancer.
