The stone clad room looked like some kind of chapel from Earth's ancient past. Huge stone pillars reached into the darkness far above, supported by gothic style arches. A weak red light did little to alleviate the gloom in the room. The room is also very quiet, the noise of the Cherubrim flapping high above holding their buzzing loom-lamps punctuated by the repetitive, rhythmic thuds of bored armoured fingers on a metal table.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Thud-thud-thud-thud... Thud-thud-thud-thud... Thud-thud-thud-thud...'</span><br/>The room barely fitted the large horseshoe shaped metal table that has been placed in the centre. In the middle of that a holo-plinth cast the shape of the mining moon millions of miles below them in blue light. The only door faced the gap of the horse shoe so that anyone entering would be instantly in front of anyone sitting around the table.<br/>There were five chairs arranged around the table. On each one sat an eight foot tall black armoured monster, each one with a differently painted left shoulder pad. The most impressive of them all sat at the arch of the horseshoe facing the door. His fingers were the ones creating the bored noise. He had a long red beard that reached down over his breast plate, and long hair tied back in a pony tail. His shoulder pad was yellow with a wolf's head emblazoned upon it. His armour, unlike his comrades, was festooned with small emulates and runes. His face as well was unlike his comrades, two long fangs hang over his bottom lips ever so slightly.<br/>Sven was bored.