Another world, for us

A large curved balcony gave onto the cliff at the northeast side of the castle. On it laid multiple tables and chairs, the view onto the forest below was very pleasant. A few years back in memory, and tis the place where Raulf Serlo and Staxius Haggard fought. The divine blade against a novice vampire-kin. 

Then again, the battle did help in ending an age-old quest of starting a guild in Arda. All seemed very far away. The line of 'story repeats itself,' concluded agreeably to many events over the year. At a glance, the events between Arda and Hidros were the same before the Federation. What to do, and what to say really. Igna watched as colorful pastries laid on the table. Single bites and the ladies were elated, the body quivered under the sweetness. The presiding chef watched smugly; his art brought beautiful maidens on their knees. 

 "Shall we start the conversation?" inquired he unwilling to eat.