“ This is a room made for our most greatest  guests,” she said, turning her head towards the sorceress, “pleasantries and luxury are but a fleeting idea,”  and, “ It appears you’ve caught the attention of Lord Aune,”<br/><br/>There were a set of steps that gradually eased into the main floor of the large and dramatic ceiling in its many intricate archways and trusses almost perfectly placed within the carved stone walls of the elven king’s domain.<br/><br/>The sleeping arrangement was a massive imperial sized lair, with large throw pillows and layers of both fur and silk blankets with an ornate woven wood scaffolding whereupon drapes were tucked neatly aside and ready to be released if the occupant so desired to do so.<br/><br/>There was a curious hot spring not more than 30 paces from the chamber, vapors arose gently from churning waters making a pleasant natural bath spring with ornate decanters filled with bathing salves and rose smelling salts. There were even small stacks of towels for ease of use and candles at the ready for a bit of ambiance. To the further most from the pool was a small area with a rather large body mirror, an extremely ornate chaise  lounge, and some more or less lesser furniture.<br/><br/>The light was indeed a spectacular show, for as it was promised, a thick wall made of glass presented the sea floor with an amazing view of the coral reef though the said Draken was not to be seen, there were rays and jelly fish mixed with an assortment of sea life from colorful fish and seemingly gruesome looking creatures alike, milling about for a rather perfect depiction for a peace of mind.<br/><br/>It was to note that green foliage also adorned the ends of the ceiling with blooming magenta flowers with long pollen stems that were bright yellow, multiple colored roses and some trees that somehow were able to grow from within the stone floor, leaving leaves to fall ever so often as if they were caught in a forever season of fall like weather.  Upon the surrounding walls were  large paintings of long dead members of an ancient Elven dynasty, forgotten within the annals of time yet colorfully rendered as if they were about to leap out and become alive.<br/><br/>The dutiful entourage were well trained at the arts of hospitality and the otherwise feeling of being in a possible ancient enemy’s stronghold was glazed over by lithe figured vestal courtesans, quickly pouring fine wine into glasses should she want any as well as displaying bountiful platters of fresh fruit.<br/><br/>Lyrinthia Gylndrell  elegantly turned her hip to allow her fine material to waver around her figure waiving her hand to the accompanying  lesser slaves, though a careful eye would notice that they weren’t exactly enslaved in a brutal manner, but instead, quite lavishly taken care of with the sheen from fine skin oils and other extravagant luxuries.<br/><br/>“ If there is anything else my ladyship,” she asked to Natasja, “ We will leave you to your own means as King Aune stated we were all at your leisure,”