Dragon Moon
Inside, sparse artwork hung on the walls, which were lit by a few lantern sconces from time to time, but for the most part, the interior was dark, the gray stones the most prominent feature of the hall we passed through to a den with a similar make up.
A large fireplace sat in the corner near leather chairs and tables roughly hewn from unfinished timber. The ambiance was very male and very unpolished, but Nya wouldn’t have expected anything else. As Slate gestured for her to take a seat, she noticed the woven rug in shades of red and black she was standing on covered slate floors. Fitting, she thought.
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