Chapter 130
In the center of the camp of the living was a tent much larger than the one allocated to Overseer Garm. After all, it wasn't meant for a small group of men, but for a large council.
As such, it was about the size of a large circus tent and had an enormous round table. Fancy chairs with soft cushioning were placed around it.
Attached to them were the names of various families and powers to mark their allocated seats in this council. They were the ones who possessed the right to decide the fate of the entire camp.
Right now, the council was in full attendance and all 123 seats were accounted for. At the head of the table, presiding over them as chairman, was someone from the Royal Faction.
It was not Kubrick, but the Royal Seneschal himself, Elijah McNickles!
He was a well-built fellow with sharp, knife-like brows and a thin mustache. His expression radiated seriousness and formality, as well as nobility.