Esme and Donovan made it to one of the grandest, cavernous halls in town, their breaths curling in the chill air. One of the younger villagers had directed them here when they asked about a place they could actually sit and dine, and they were led here – beneath the vaulted ceiling of the resplendent hall.
Towering stones lined up the massive hall, their rough surfaces lit by the warm, flickering glow of the lanterns and torches positioned throughout the hall. Long wooden tables stretched across the stone floor, and the space, with its grandeur and earthy warmth, gave the impression of a banquet that was prepared for kings and warriors.
