The tea that the magical construct brought them was shockingly good, and Wolfe could sense Cassie's sadness that none of it would be salvageable to regrow the plants that it had come from.
But the comfort of the enchanted chairs, which floated in the air so they could be repositioned without scratching the floor, was enough that both of them just sat in companionable silence for an hour before the next construct came by.
This one was a tanned woman with dark hair and eyes that would suggest she was from the Sylvan Coven, but the facial features were a bit off for a Witch. Too angular and solid.
"Good morning, Lord and Lady Noxus. I have been informed that you might be willing to help repair my damaged pantry. I am the Head Maid here. You may call me that or pick a moniker that you prefer, as is the right of a Lord at your Rank."
