The evening arrived slowly over the Land of Dragons, the sky above the eastern valley deepening through its familiar progression of colors before settling into the particular deep blue that existed here and nowhere else, threaded through with the first stars appearing one by one above the mountain peaks.
The dining hall Sapphira had chosen for the evening was not the grand formal hall of the palace.
It was a small room with a long table of dark polished wood, open on one side to a wide colonnade overlooking the valley below, warm with the ambient light of the palace walls and the soft glow of the candles arranged along the table's center.
It could be call as intimate, by dragon palace standards.
Which still meant it was large enough to comfortably seat thirty people with room left over.
