"Of course, not, Magus Verhen. Make yourself at home. We are at your service." The concierge pridefully gestured at the enchanted crystal chandeliers on the ceiling, the white, polished marble floor, and the refined tables and chairs of the Dryad's Garden.
Every piece of furniture had been crafted by a skilled artisan from solid cherrywood and polished to the point it gleamed like a gemstone.
Anxil guided the Verhens to the reception desk for check-in and then to the restaurant area and the internal garden. The establishment owed its name to the vibrant flowers and colorful plants that decorated every corner and the hanging gardens on each of its five floors.
They were a feast for the guests' eyes and noses. Delicate scents of the different flower species that bloomed and closed at different hours of the day wafted through the air.
"Gods, this is beautiful!" Kamila stared in amazement at the open aviaries filled with food that drew wildfowl from the local woods.
