CIAN
the eye
One of the Greatrooms in the Tower, reserved only for Order members, boasts floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a magnificent hearth, and windows that reach towards the rafters and look out on the city. In the middle of this room, placed upon the luxurious red and midnight blue carpet is a long table of wrought ironwood. Inlaid with the Order's insignia, it is where all official Order business and voting is conducted.
Seated at the head of the table where he always is, sits Cian. Dressed in a pressed and tailored suit, the Eye holds a smouldering cigarette between his fingers as he waits for the Order to arrive (including our PCs as well as other spots which haven't yet been filled). Despite the seriousness of the conversation which they'll soon have, Cian looks utterly without care. His posture is relaxed, no lines of tension show on his face, and he smokes his cigarette with all the urgency of a man relaxing on a beach somewhere, without a care in the world.
Seated at the head of the table where he always is, sits Cian. Dressed in a pressed and tailored suit, the Eye holds a smouldering cigarette between his fingers as he waits for the Order to arrive (
