Seron's Quarters

The chamber is a compact but adorned space where consuls convene around a circular table of dark polished stone. Shadows pool in the corners, casting elongated figures against the walls, while the only illumination comes from a single flickering Rapport crystal suspended above. The air carries the scent of aged wood and pheromones — the weight of political maneuvering etched into the very atmosphere. The walls are lined with data slate displays cycling through energy readings and security protocols, their blue light reflecting off nervous faces. Each consul occupies a precise position, their bodies angled to assert dominance or display alliance. The center of the room remains empty, the literal and metaphorical space where Seron will either vindicate or damn himself.