Zavlan sat at the head of a long white marble table. His chair was pitch black with a high backrest made of soft red leather. Light from a large crystal chandelier on the ceiling illuminated the polished white marble floor below.
Zavlan's face looked exhausted. His red eyes stared at the table surface with a serious expression. A jagged scar across his left cheek was clearly visible under the glow of the golden lamps.
To his right stood Xavier. His white hair stood in sharp contrast to the black patch covering his right eye. A red cloak draped over the shoulders of his dark blue military uniform. Xavier's hand gripped the hilt of a gold sword hanging at his waist.
To Zavlan's left stood Shufa. Her light blue hair was tied in an exceptionally long braid that reached past her waist. She wore a tight blue uniform with gold epaulettes on her shoulders.
Classic gold-framed paintings adorned the white walls of the room.
