The door closes behind us with a soft, muffled click. Alvero steps forward with composed grace and gestures toward the plush velvet couch arranged at the heart of the chamber.
"Please, make yourselves comfortable," he says with a courteous nod.
Eris flops down with casual ease, one leg draped lazily over the other, clearly unfazed by the lavish surroundings. I settle beside her more cautiously, casting slow glances around the room as awe creeps quietly up my spine.
This place… is fancy.
Far more refined than that hidden chamber Karlogen used back at the Adventurer's Guild. Here, the air carries the subtle scent of sandalwood and old parchment, warm and grounding. The walls are lined with shelves filled with thick, leather-bound tomes and detail paintings in gold frame. Some are landscapes, some portraits, and one large map of Mistvale's outer regions.
