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The room was quite pleasant.
While it was simply a guest room, it would have been the master bedroom for a prestigious Family mansion in Pelian. Maxim should know, she was the one who compared the room she was staying to the one her parents owned.
The thick, four-poster bed with a thin, silvery net around it, its size comically large, yet its comfort so unmatched that Maxim was always trying her damndest to resist its call. Even the current situation in Opungale didn't serve as much motivation for her not to lay down and cast her worries aside.
The pleasant scent that wafted from the walls which were draped with coiling roots that bore orchids; the sod-like carpet, purple in hue with a godly feel to the feet; the floral lanterns hanging overheard; the faint music playing from a strange plant growing from a white vase in the corner...
All of it...
All of this...