Patiently awaiting the anticipated guest, Rowena has taken up residence on the Dragonharp Throne. Her posture remains as still and poised as scuplted stone while her eyes dare to flit from one focus to another on the flanking pillars' ornate designs. If nothing else, the filigree served as a mindless distraction to keep one awake. Elsewhere, the keep is also quiet. The gentle sounds of footfalls and hushed murmurs come now and again from the northern and southern wings, but aside from those who guard the entrance, the main hall remains private. itself can one find a large insignia of a rising silver sun above a jade landscape.