HERA
The castle servants all rise and begin to set about preparing the hall for the evening meal.
I take his arm again and Midas leads me down the steps.
A proper look around the room once again reinforces the extensive, boundless wealth of the dragon king.
Tall, gray pillars run on both sides of the large, rectangular room, holding up the high vaulted and impressively decorated ceiling.
There were many large windows lining the walls.
A few of which are open, bringing in the now familiar smell of blue roses and light drafts of the mountain’s chilly air.
But a centrally placed hearth, filled with glowing, cackling logs, provides merry warmth and keeps the room from getting too cold.
The stone walls are decorated with bejeweled weapons easily worth twice my entire village’s fortun
