Loman sat in a luxuriously appointed sitting room, looking from the furnishings to the decor with a growing sense of… of what, he wasn't quite sure.
Part of him felt like he was floating in a castle that only existed in dreams, and when he looked out the clearest glass windows with the largest panes he'd ever seen, the mist-shrouded tree-tops and the distant shapes of the other towers of the Ancient Fortress only added to that feeling. Like, this place couldn't quite be real.
Another part of him felt like he'd once again become an uncouth, country lord like he'd been on his first visit to the Royal Capital as he took in the grandeur of Ashlynn's sitting room. Most of the furnishings featured intricately carved woodwork with tables and chairs that lacked any of the gilding he would have expected in the sitting room of a noblewoman.
