In the Great Council Hall of the Silver Spires, a cold maritime wind rattled the tall leaded glass windows, carrying the salty tang of the Northern Sea. Across the long mahogany conference table, five high jarls of the Northern Frostmarches sat opposite Prince Caelan and Queen Mira. The northerners were formidable figures: broad-shouldered men and women clad in heavy sealskin mantles and silver-chased chainmail, their faces weathered by arctic blizzards…
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