The Elder walked through the halls of his offices and stopped. Sniffing the air, something seemed off.
He moved forward and noticed smoke coming from a closed door.
Swiftly, he opened the door.
“Well… shit.”
The High Table recognizes hostilities from those burning THT’s exquisite custom furniture. We don’t shop at IKEA. Do you know how hard it is to get such a perfectly high table??? (We’re looking at you, SAIL + CTO + KT.)