'So… this is what true magical infrastructure looks like.'
He ran a finger across one of the interfaces. It pulsed gently at his touch, recognizing his presence instantly. "Adjust lighting," he murmured offhandedly—and the walls responded. Shadows shifted, deepened. Another gesture and the dome above rearranged its stars into the pattern of his homeland's sky.
The attendant, still poised a few respectful steps behind Lucavion, waited until he saw the young man's gaze settle on the ambient control panel.
Then, with practiced ease, he stepped forward. "Sir Lucavion," he said, voice polished but soft, as if not to intrude upon the awe that shimmered behind Lucavion's composed expression. "Allow me to explain a few additional details about your suite."
Lucavion didn't turn, but he raised an eyebrow, giving the man permission with silence.
