Máni rolled her eyes once more and waved her hand. The landscape melted, only to be replaced by a small study. The walls were lined with large bookcases filled with books and scrolls. On the floor was a blue rug with a strange, but beautiful pattern of the night sky. One wall was occupied with a large fireplace that crackled merrily and gave off a pleasant heat. In front of it stood two high-backed chairs with red silk upholstery. Between them stood a small table with two steaming cups of tea. We stood behind the chairs, and she moved to take a seat. “Better? ‘Tis naught but a template, we are in your mind after all. You may change it to your liking, but I ask that you do not, we have much to talk about.”