Sera had arranged their invitation to the shamans hall by the following morning, which said something about either her efficiency or how much the shamans had wanted this meeting.
The Shamans' Hall was in the old city, where four thousand years of continuous habitation were visible in the way the streets narrowed, the stone deepened in color, and the buildings stopped attempting to be impressive and simply were, as very old things do.
The Hall itself was not an impressive structure. It was long and low, made of the same pale stone as Vashari's oldest parts, and had a living roof—actual vegetation growing from soil laid over the ceiling, maintained in a way that suggested it had been done so for a long time.
The Dragon Shrine was beside it.
Owen stopped when he saw it.
It was modest in the sense that things were occasionally modest; they weren't ostentatious or grandiose, but they were obviously taken care of with honest concern. A platform of carved stone.
