The waiting room of the Sunscorch Clan was a study in understated resilience. If there was one thing about the sunscorch clan that didn't spell right with the capital? It was their simplicity.
Its stone walls bore no lavish tapestries or gilded ornaments. There were only faint etchings of runes that pulsed faintly with a warmth that seemed to hum beneath the surface.
The air carried a dry, desert heat, though the room itself was cool, as if the clan had mastered the art of the sun itself. Likewise was the furniture, it was simple wooden chairs and tables.
Their situation wasn't to the point of poverty. Rather, one could say it was a deliberate choice, a testament to the clan's philosophy: strength without excess, power without pretense.
While the division members were asked to wait in the clan's waiting room, the he five chairs of the 7th Division—Rakel, Wayla, Wills, Tore, and Baines—were ushered to the meeting room where they could talk.
