Night.
Divinity Nation.
A small town on the outskirts of the region.
The grand hall was packed with nobles, wealthy merchants, and the town's elite, all dressed in their finest silks and velvets. Chandeliers of polished brass hung from the rafters, their light casting warm pools across the polished floors. Tapestries lined the walls, the proud crests of Divinity embroidered in gold thread. Long tables groaned under the weight of roasted meats, fresh bread, fruits, wine, and delicate pastries piled high on silver platters.
Maids and staff wove between the tables, carrying trays of drinks and platters of food, refilling glasses and clearing empty dishes with practiced efficiency. Musicians played softly from a corner, the melody gentle and pleasant under the murmur of conversation.
