Eccar and Krono stepped into their lodging. The gentle creak of the wooden floor greeting them as the door closed behind.
The scent of rich and earthy fresh timber filled the air, almost comforting. Every wall, beam, and panel was smooth and polished wood. Each surface was carved with intricate flowing patterns of leaves, vines, and creatures of the forest.
It was clear this house was not merely built but crafted by skilled hands, likely also by the artisans who poured their pride into every curve and groove. This house is an amazing piece of art.
Eccar's eyes roamed over the details, comparing them to the grandeur of the Elf palace he and Erend had stayed in, which was in another world.
There, the halls were stone and marble, iron gates, and in places adorned with silver and gold. Here, the style was different. It was softer and warmer.
