Let me tell you about the Hold's common room.
It was large and low-lit and smelled like the same combination of old wood and pack history as the rest of the building, with a fireplace at one end that was the size of a small car and had clearly been in continuous use since before anyone currently alive was born. The furniture was heavy and worn in the specific way that things get worn when they are actually used rather than preserved — scuffed tables, chairs with armrests shaped by decades of people leaning on them, a sideboard along the far wall holding an assortment of cups and a very serious tea service.
It was, in other words, exactly what a room that five pack council members used to drink tea in looked like.
I came in at seven in the evening.
Zevran walked me to the door and stopp
