The Great Hall of Obsidian Keep was ablaze with hundreds of iron torches and roaring hearths. Heavy banners of black silk, embroidered with the silver crescent of the Moon and the howling wolf of the Obsidian line, hung from the vaulted stone rafters. Long banquet tables groaned beneath platters of roasted venison, smoked boar, warm rye loaves, and flagons of spiced winter mead. Tonight was the ceremonial feast preceding the…
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