The morning sun cast a warm golden glow across the vast glass canopies of the First Citadel Botanical Conservatory, where human agronomists and Feselian elf gardeners worked side by side among blooming orchards and crystalline irrigation channels.
"The harmony within these gardens is remarkably authentic for a mortal realm undergoing systemic integration," Lead Auditor Oros remarked, his ten-foot celestial frame gliding along the stone walkway as his starlight robes brushed against fragrant jasmine vines.
"Our people discovered that cooperation yields far sweeter fruit than forced labor or aristocratic monopolies," Nox replied, walking leisurely beside the celestial auditor with his hands resting in his coat pockets.
"During the past eleven days, my fellow auditors and I have traversed your ten member provinces without advance notice or official escorts," Lord Oros noted, his glowing eyes observing a young human apprentice learning pruning techniques from an elven elder.
