Filled wasn’t the right word for the large, open room, but it was the first to come to mind. Mementos of the past lined the room: suits of armor long since put out of service. Paintings on the walls depicting prior conflict, and winning battles, hung along side tapestries hard-earned in peace and in blood. Trinkets from old friends and now lost nations weighed down the heavy wood shelves. The only thing that stood out was the primitive wood stove in the corner, with a coffee percolator resting on top.