We moved from the roaring, hydro-magical violence of the Obsidian Cascades to the absolute tranquillity of the Glass-Tide Conservatory.
"Acoustic dampening wards, extremely aggressive ones. They are entirely neutralising kinetic vibrations within a localised half-mile radius."
I noted, my voice sounding flat and strangely isolated in the deadened air. I analysed the runework crawling up the polished white marble columns ahead of us.
"They have to, if a triton sneezed too loudly in this district, a hundred million platinum coins worth of royal botany would instantly shatter into dust."
Krave whispered, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial, hushed tone that completely contradicted the manic energy she had been displaying just moments prior. She pointed a pale finger toward the sprawling, heavily enclosed park looming before us.
We stepped through a sweeping archway of pure, unblemished quartz and entered the Glass-Tide Conservatory.
