Gaven had just stepped out of the room when a group of winged gnolls, neither fully grown nor juveniles, excitedly surrounded him, chattering about their learning and research achievements during this period.
Veranika was somewhat tense and looked around curiously at everything.
They were obviously underground, but in many places, the walls were not simply made of stone—there were wooden components as well, and the area was well-lit.
The source of illumination was not ordinary torches, but magic light sources—Everbright torches with a constant Everbright flame.
The Everbright torches they had were very exquisite and unique, not simply casting Everbright flames onto torches, but shining through various shapes of glassware or ornaments, casting beautiful and enchanting patterns of light and shadow.
There were quite a few magic light sources, easily dozens in sight. Just these alone were worth thousands of gold, and the Lord before her really was as wealthy as the rumors suggested.
