The silent operation of the constant temperature array shielded the chilly winds outside the castle. The decorative shields on the walls were polished to a shine, and the elegant, classical tapestries depicted symbols of heroes, non-human monsters, and gods. Scented incense crafted by fairies released a pleasant, subtle fragrance from copper incense burners. The glow of magic crystal lamps cascaded from the ceiling, spilling into the gilded teacups, where the liquid inside glimmered with a warm sheen.
Gray Elf Wennah picked up the teacup before her, gently swirling the distinct liquid, and the scattered light points reflected in her light eyes: "Goods from the Typhon Empire? This is indeed novel, but what exactly are they?"
"Textiles, primarily textiles, along with dyes and white crystals," Baldwin replied with a smile, "of excellent quality and abundant supply — our friends from the western plains tribes should like them."
