Black Bastion

The Council asked that Barada meet them in their great Council Hall, where all those who were to meet the council came, from the highest chieftains to the lowliest peasants. The Council appeared as it always had, and always would. An undefined number of near-identical figures, with heavy robes and concealing iron masks. The rasp of breath behind metal was the only sound to greet anyone who entered. It was a sound many remembered the rest of their lives.