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In a heavily guarded wing of Jötunheimr's castle, a meeting between the members of Laufey's Council was taking place. The room itself was narrow and tall with a dome-like ceiling that portrayed the state of Jötunheimr's sky.
Laufey-King sat at the short end of the table with his youngest, Prince Býleistr at his left. The King's right seat was left empty while his Council sat below him.
"Laufey-King, Lord Thrym is requesting for more soldiers to be sent, there's been an increase in Frost Wolves. He also mentioned a decrease in -"
The crystallised doors opened with a loud bang as a tall and scar covered Jötunn swung it open. He wore a golden sheath open his horns, adorned with sharp crystal spikes and runes of strength. Prince Helblindi had a rugged and harsh look to him as opposed to his younger brother Býleistr, who was more sharp lines and angles, similar to his dam.
Glancing around the room, Helblindi nodded his head at each of the Council members in acknowledgement before lowering himself to one knee. Putting his right hand above where his heart lay, he greeting his King. "Laufey-King, your eldest has returned with news from the Temple."