The Magical Council

How Faras had loved it when he had first come to the Magical Council. He had been overwhelmed by its unimaginable scale, by its beauty, by the secrets it held. What an otherworldly place it appeared to be. The white monolith was the size of a city block, almost twenty stories tall and another ten deep, broaching the next few layers below. It was one of the most impressive buildings in all of Empire City.

On the ground floor were the manufacturing workshops, the only place accessible to the dwarves. Above were endless halls of libraries, private sleeping quarters, and dining rooms. One could wander for days without meeting a single soul.