[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Great Forest]
[Elfame]
The fairy "tavern" was, without exaggeration, an oddity.
Even by Grimm's standards—standards shaped by odd and over the top battles, wars, and places built with discomfort before comfort—it was a space that resisted simple categorization. Enormous by fairy measurements. Its walls seemed grown rather than assembled, formed from mixed roots, sleek bands of wood, and wide sheets of translucent, leaf-like growth. The tavern rose upward like a tree, its interior tiered and winding, levels spiraling around a hollow core. Portions of the ceiling opened naturally, allowing drifting motes of light, spores, and winged patrons to pass freely between floors.
"So this is the Thistle & Glow," Puck murmured at Grimm's side, her voice quieter than usual as she took it in. Her eyes tracked movement everywhere at once. "I've… actually never been here before."
