The glass doors of the large building slid open. Gerard, Sprite and Prentice stepped into the vast foyer, their senses immediately assailed by the symphony of voices and a soft hum of magic that permeated the air. The receptionist, a red lizardwoman with an air of mystique, cast a knowing glance at Prentice, recognizing him as he ushered his companions forward.
"Chieftain Zorgrath is waiting for you," she said softly.
"Thank you, Lorla."
Prentice's presence held sway over the receptionist, who nodded with a gentle smile, granting them entry to the company's inner sanctum. The magical elevator, adorned with intricate runes and shimmering glyphs, beckoned them to step inside. A subtle tingling sensation washed over them as the elevator ascended, carrying them to their intended destination. They floated in the air without solid ground to secure their footing.