He made way to the palace, deep in thought. He might have been wrong in trying to destroy the book yet he had sought the council of the Thaumaturgist before trying. The man hadn't responded at that time and with the pressure of guarding such a dangerous artifact the mage had taken the only course that had seemed reliable enough at the time. "I am tired of games and distrust. I'll be straightforward. Lets hope that Ginneke has a sense of honour..."
The walls are completely hidden behind huge tapestries depicting scenes from the Great Battle and statues of the Empire's heroes. In the center of the room is a massive oaken dining table, with enough chairs to sit two hundred diners.
At any given time of the day the Hall is occupied by servants working or passing through to other areas of the Citadel, visitors admiring the numerous works of art, and petitioners seeking an audience with the Ceaser. At meal times, however, this activity stops, and the Caesar, members of the nobility, and a few select guests dine, discussing matters. During this, minstrels perform on a stage at the foot of the Hall, and servants bring in fine foods or takeaway empty platters.
Once he arrived he grabbed hold of one of the servants in the great hall and told him that he had a meeting with the Imperial Thaumaturgist, as well as identifying himself as Professor Motricé of the University of Magic.