Tarot sat around a small oval shaped glass table lined with roots and vines. Each root protruding from the edge stretched out, create smaller chairs made entirely of wood that they could relax into. Atop the table sat an array of different fruits, apples, banana and even some pink looking fruit with small spikes jutting from it.
Above himself, a great chandelier spun. Each side of the chandelier, 4 spikes jutted out housing two candles each. As the wax dropped from the candle onto the pristine white tile floor, it seeped into the cracks. The floor swallowed up the wax, harvesting the mana and hardening the tiles using it.
Next to Tarot, the burly figure of Ewan sat with his hands cupped on the table. His bulky figure struggling to maintain itself in the smaller chair.
Opposite them, two elves sat. A man, and a woman.
