Its smooth top was beautifully inlaid with veins of living vines that pulsed with a soft, natural luminescence.
He continued; "I have to say… thank you all, from the bottom of my heart, for honoring my rather sudden request and agreeing to come all the way here to Verdant Spire today."
He sat positioned at one elegantly curved end of the large, oval-shaped table that dominated the wide and truly impressive great hall.
The entire hall itself had been formed entirely from massive, towering ironwood trunks that rose like ancient pillars.
While strange, twisting vines had woven themselves into graceful, elegant arches high overhead.
Soft, golden sunlight filtered gently down through the living canopy far above, casting ever-shifting, dappled patterns of light and shadow that danced slowly across the faces and figures of all the gathered leaders.
At the exact opposite end of that same grand table sat a visibly irritated and pissed-off Elara.
