You find yourself walking into the chamber seeking the unknown. Only thing for certain is if your feet have landed you within these halls it has been done so through the Will of Hate. You take a moment to peer around and see within the semi lit room two high elves dressed elegantly one male, one female and by the looks of them siblings. They give you a sweeping bow before one of them gestures you inwards. The other moves to the bar and oddly enough begins to pull out a goblet waiting for your order. When you look around you observe the deepness of the touch of Innorruk which is themed through the decorations. You feel the historical value etched into every wall as though this is a place of time long past.

Images of Neriak and the people whom roamed it hang upon the walls, comfortable seating line up cozy corners, and the elegant furniture warns you that nobility owns all you see. There are harden Teir’dal guards who stand at the exits that would lead you to places further in but by their very presences it tells you it is forbidden. For now either you choose to order that drink and sit to see if one shows to greet you, or you choose to leave but in either case you find parchment, a black raven quill, and a stand of which to write upon. Near the stand is a copy of what you can tell is an application. Do you dare venture your hand to fill one out? Is that why Father’s Will has brought you to these doors?