An ancient (not antique, that would be optimistic) oak table with a scarred (are those claw marks?) surface takes up most of the floor space in this room. A mismatched assortment of chairs surround the table (you'll be lucky if you can find a swivel chair in here) where the editors are expected to meet weekly for their progress reports. Meetings with clients are also often held here, and everything that happens can be seen (but not heard) from the outside as the blinds that once covered the windows were unfortunate enough to have been in the way of a quarrel between a sorcerer and his transfigured (minotaur) brother.

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