Sitting in a finely furnished room, decorated with paintings of sceneries both mystical and vibrant in life, the platinum-haired sage, who remained in such blissful youth despite her true age, sipped from an ivory cup.
Having been long-time allies with the Hollow Foundation, the Outlanders were welcomed with open arms into the isolated, vast space of the secretive organization.
Given their very own sector of the Hollow Foundation, just as any guild, the Outlanders had been adjusting to their new quarters.
Well, this is something we had planned for. It was obvious something like this might happen, Beatrice thought.
As the gentle flames inhabiting the fireplace formed of burgundy bricks filled the room with a comforting warmth, there was no greater leisure for Beatrice as she sat at the pristine, white table with her cup of tea in hand--but she was not sitting there just to pass the time.
