LUO YAN looked around the private room. The space was warm and understated, with dark wood beams running across the ceiling and large windows looking out onto a quiet courtyard. The walls were a soft cream color, and a few scrolls of calligraphy hung evenly spaced across the room. The large, round table comfortably accommodated everyone, displaying fine white porcelain and polished silverware. A small vase of fresh flowers occupied the center, low enough that everyone could still see each other's faces.
