The Great Clan Chief watched as the large door before him slowly swung open, and as the path ahead ignited with a chain of flames, he saw at the end of the grand hall an imposing figure sitting on a specially made long bench. A redwood desk was set before him, graced with the fresh crimson light of candles, and dishes of fully-cooked food were laid upon silver and golden platters.
Although it had been thousands of years since they had last met, a single glance revealed that familiar face.
He took a deep breath.
The spine that was once hunched straightened up like a javelin in an instant.
The staff in his hand was set aside by the Great Elder.
