After the meal, Mayor Sherman, ever the gracious host, led Luke and Ilyrana through the winding corridors of the main building to the guest room. The space was elegant yet modest, with a large bed, a small sitting area, and a window that offered a view of the city. It was more than Luke had expected, especially considering that he had never requested such accommodations. But as was becoming a pattern with Mayor Sherman, the man insisted on extending every courtesy to his esteemed guests.
"This room should suffice for your stay," Mayor Sherman said with a warm smile. "If there's anything else you need, please don't hesitate to ask."
Luke nodded, offering his thanks, though he felt slightly overwhelmed by the continued hospitality. Ilyrana began to explore the room, her fingers lightly grazing the fabric of the bed and the smooth surface of the wooden furniture, as if grounding herself in this new, unfamiliar space.
