In the center of the Wind Speech Tribe stood a small, classical marble palace. The patina of history gave it a solemn and dignified air, but at this very moment, a grand banquet was being held inside.
Amber light radiated from the surrounding wall sconces, bathing the entire hall in brilliant light.
A long rug was spread across the floor, and walking on it felt like treading on clouds.
Down the center of the spacious hall sat a long table, draped with a red tablecloth woven from the finest silk and decorated with exquisite candles.
Beautiful Elf Maids flitted about like butterflies, serving a variety of sumptuous dishes.
The surrounding chairs were filled with a diverse crowd of people.
The various leaders of High Cliff Castle and officers of all ranks from the Thorn Corps were all seated.
