The Royal Capital, Zelheim. The commercial district. The Dragon's Breath Hearth.
The restaurant was renowned throughout the noble circles, not for the exorbitant price of its dishes, but for its centerpiece—a massive hearth that took up an entire wall.
Legend had it that the hearth's stone was sourced from the depths of the Dragon Breath Volcano and could gather the Fire Element on its own. The wood burned within was charcoal made from iron-hazel oak, which imparted a unique, fragrant aroma to the roasted meat.
A slight chill still lingered in the evening air, but the moment one stepped into the restaurant, a warm current of air, thick with the rich aroma of meat, rushed to greet them.
Diana crossed the bustling main hall, guided by an attendant.
She had specifically changed into a sky-blue traveling dress. The fabric was soft and clung to her body, outlining her slender waist.
