In the Necro Market, Commander Urma and his wife, Ylvima, walked through the air-conditioned hall. Captain Luma followed a respectful distance behind them. Urma's breath hitched as he took in the market. He had heard rumors of an uncommonly designed market, a place unlike any he had ever known.
The air was comfortable and cool, a stark contrast to the humid, dusty air of Stonehorn Crossing. The ceiling was a dome of polished stone, embedded with glowing light stones that cast a soft, ambient illumination, making the space feel like a tranquil cavern rather than an underground dungeon. The carved walls were intricate, depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythic creatures, but they were softened by lush, potted vines and hanging plants that trailed down from ledges.
"This is stunning," Urma said, his massive frame seeming to shrink slightly in awe. He gestured with a wide sweep of his paw. His wife Ylvima was just as amazed, her sharp eyes scanning every detail.
