[ You step into a wide room, dimly lit by candles and a few scattered torches. The patches of wall and floor that you can see are a strange melded mix of stone and different types of wood, as if multiple rooms had melted together and reformed into one. It's reminiscent of a Great Hall from a castle. There are windows on either side of the hall, all shuttered, and you can see signs of cobwebs and dust all around.

On the far side of the room are three thrones, the one on the right-hand side occupied by a man you can't quite see clearly, and there is an archway of an exit off to the side of the thrones. Near you is an area that's been screened off with a wooden privacy screen. There is a long table of various food and drink along one wall.

And in the center of the hall, in a solitary sunbeam that snuck through a crack in a shutter, a sheathed sword lies on the floor. ]