The summons said the 7th of Eleint, but didn't say where to show up for admission. This is problematic, as the Feytower is a sprawling castle construct: half-university, half-home for most of the city's magical population and (in some cases) their families and children as well.
Faced with no further information, Father Rik and Cleric Ellowyn take the straightforward approach: they knock on the big imposing door which royalty goes through when they visit. The giant door itself does not open, but a little humanoid sized door cut into the giant door does. A weary butler pokes his head out, preparing to send them away, but once their names are repeated at him--twice--he blinks and looks thoughtful.
"Come with me, please," he orders, his manner turning infinitely more subservient.
They are led through sumptuously carpeted halls which are richly decorated in the finest and most beautiful objets d'art available in the city. Nothing which can be gilded has not already been dipped in gold; no fine painting on the wall has not been made finer with the application of frames adorned in jewels and pearls. Statuary of breathtaking beauty lines the halls they're led through, the detail so fine it's hard not to imagine that these were not once actual people, now frozen by magic.
They are led to a waiting room which has been comfortably appointed to a high gloss. Soft chairs to sink into; plush carpets to pace; dark wooden tables to hold any excess gear they don't wish to bring into a fancy appointment with them. Even luxurious animal beds and bird perches have been provided in different sizes at each corner to allow familiars and service animals to rest in comfort.
On one wall, Rik is startled and perhaps gratified to see a painting which is one of Thorn's own seascapes. He'd not realized many had been yet sold. Electric lightning dances over the water, purple and deadly but achingly lovely; in the far corner of the painting a single ship--merchant? or pirate?--is tossed on unfeeling waves. They will die in that storm tonight, those shipmen, but only after experiencing a beauty beyond human imagining.
[Reaction shot to Rik and Ellowyn, as well as to allow them to meet formally.]
Faced with no further information, Father Rik and Cleric Ellowyn take the straightforward approach: they knock on the big imposing door which royalty goes through when they visit. The giant door itself does not open, but a little humanoid sized door cut into the giant door does. A weary butler pokes his head out, preparing to send them away, but once their names are repeated at him--twice--he blinks and looks thoughtful.
"Come with me, please," he orders, his manner turning infinitely more subservient.
They are led through sumptuously carpeted halls which are richly decorated in the finest and most beautiful objets d'art available in the city. Nothing which can be gilded has not already been dipped in gold; no fine painting on the wall has not been made finer with the application of frames adorned in jewels and pearls. Statuary of breathtaking beauty lines the halls they're led through, the detail so fine it's hard not to imagine that these were not once actual people, now frozen by magic.
They are led to a waiting room which has been comfortably appointed to a high gloss. Soft chairs to sink into; plush carpets to pace; dark wooden tables to hold any excess gear they don't wish to bring into a fancy appointment with them. Even luxurious animal beds and bird perches have been provided in different sizes at each corner to allow familiars and service animals to rest in comfort.
On one wall, Rik is startled and perhaps gratified to see a painting which is one of Thorn's own seascapes. He'd not realized many had been yet sold. Electric lightning dances over the water, purple and deadly but achingly lovely; in the far corner of the painting a single ship--merchant? or pirate?--is tossed on unfeeling waves. They will die in that storm tonight, those shipmen, but only after experiencing a beauty beyond human imagining.
[Reaction shot to Rik and Ellowyn, as well as to allow them to meet formally.]