There was no change between day and night in the banquet hall; the flowing star map on the dome always kept the same brightness, and Elves and mechanical creatures moved tirelessly through the crowd.
But based on the biological clock in his body, Jeming confirmed that from the start of the banquet until now, a full three days had passed.
For three days, the Wizards drank, chatted, and exchanged academic ideas.
Some found old friends they hadn't seen for many years, some made acquaintances with peers from other forces, and some even closed a few deals.
Everyone's face was filled with gentle smiles, and the atmosphere was as warm and lively as a real gathering.
Jeming and Viola had also become a lot more honest.
The places where Clark had beaten them were still not completely deflated; the two, with bruised and swollen faces, moved through the crowd, tasting those astonishingly effective delicacies.
