"It's no wonder they take so much pride in their wards and illusions. This entire place is a living testament to the legacy of alchemy."
Servers in attire that blended ceremonial robes with practical aprons glided through the hall, carrying silver trays laden with delicacies. Each dish seemed touched by enchantment: pearls of wine floated gently above fine glass goblets, as if defying gravity; slender pheasant slices were drizzled with a shining "dream-honey" glaze rumored to spark pleasant visions; small pastries described as "mistsugar puffs" hovered lightly on plates, dissolving into a swirl of fruity, magical sweetness the moment one bit into them.
