Her long blood red hooded cloak billowing out behind her, the woman strode with purpose along the dimly lit stone passageway to the end, where a large wooden door was placed. Reaching out, she grasped the iron handle, turning it and pushing the door inward, stepping inside without waiting for invitation.
Seated at a table were the members of the Council, the head scowling at the intrusion momentarily before his gaze settled on the newcomers features.
His face contorting in surprise with a flicker of fear, he scrambled to his feet and hurried around his seated comrades to greet the visitor.
‘High Priestess’ he grumbled humbly, ‘you honour us with your presence today. We had no idea that you would be visiting or we would have been more prepared’ he said, as he signalled to one of the low
