Elowen was now beet red for a completely different reason. Grey lost count of the number of jealous and infuriated faces he saw just in the short walk to the entrance.
It seemed that Elowen's place in the hearts of the people of this city was quite high. What he didn't understand still was why she had been waiting outside like she had. There was probably a decent reason for that.
The outside of the building had been grand enough. In fact, in terms of size and scale, it was probably only second to the palace he had caught brief glances of from a far-off distance.
The inside truly matched that exterior grandiosity. The ceiling must have been 30 or 40 feet tall. However, what was interesting was that they could see right through the second floor above their heads, hexagonal sheets of thick glass framed by golden metal holding it up.
