Setting
Inside the room cuts away from the more polygonal layout of the rest of the castle to become almost perfectly circular. The walls are lined with various tapestries depicting scenes from folklore and mythology. A banner tapestry of the Vankoryth Detente emblem hangs on display. There is only one window, little more than an arrow-slit, is often covered by a miniature pair of crimson 'curtains'. The room is candle lit by an old chandelier which hangs from the ceiling.
The centre and main attraction of the room comes in the form of the large, round table carved from stone that sits in the middle. With enough room for perhaps twenty people to sit around the outside; and each would get their own chair fashioned out of oak and decorated with a slim, bold-coloured cushion.
"My kin will not be joining us." He added, looking to the chair beside him.
"Not so much 'attack'!" He projected his voice to it rang through the room, as he turned to face the newcomer by the door.
"The beast is Collared. Mortuus had a good idea..." Casren looked to Mortuus.
"Regardless of what it is to us, it is a pet to someone else. It is collared, it could have gotten loose. Personally, I do not want the blood of someone else's escaped beloved pet on my hands, despite how foul the creature may be..."
"I assure you, the time to mercilessly slaughter our enemies as they beg at our feet for mercy will come."
Her attention shifted to their lead. "As Casren has said. The early bird gets the worm, but the early bird gets shot first, as well."
He looked at every person in the room in term. "We should mark it with our symbol. Brand the dog in the name of the Dentente. In this way, we steal some of our enemy's pride, and make it our own."
"But the dog will not understand its branding. How does it matter in such a way? The owner will not feel shame, but anger."
He stood from his perch, fully in the swing of his speech now. If there was one thing that Dominic Mulligan prided himself on, it was his deliverance of speeches. "Once more, I do not think it is enough to simply subdue the monster. The way I see it, it was released for a reason, set free for a reason. What if it wasn't to attack us? Who's to say that anyone will receive a message of 'Oh, you beat back my dog!'. For all we know they released it because they were tired of feeding it. That's why I suggest we brand it. So that if anyone finds the raggety shell of a wolf, they will know that it was us who defeated it. And if we were correct in our assessment of the dog being sent to attack us, the message is still the same."
He turned to face his companions, a smile playing on his lips. "Do not tread on Vankyroth." He boomed.
"I may be against it, but I will not stop you from such an act," she said at last. "Unless Casren says otherwise, I think you should do just what you had in mind, Dominic. Do not tread on Vankyroth, indeed."
"Do not tread on us indeed, but...I mean, souvenirs? I don't know. I don't condone it, I will not aid in the act, but in all the same... If it cripples again, I won't be getting in your way."