Guest Hospitality

The setting sun cast long shadows as Cole and Eiria retraced their steps across the sprawling lawn of the Official Building. 

The once vibrant hues of the sky had faded into a cool twilight of the dusk, punctuated by the first glimmer of stars. 

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A cool breeze rustled the leaves, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and blooming night flowers.

Alistair, ever vigilant, had watched the entire spar from a discreet distance. Now, seeing their approach, he straightened his posture and offered a respectful bow. "My Lady, Lord Angel," he greeted, his voice laced with nervous anticipation.

Cole, sweat-dampening his hair and the collar of his shirt, ran a hand through his tousled locks. "Alistair, I believe a good soak is appropriate about now," he announced with a weary smile. "Would you be so kind as to guide me to the baths?"

Without hesitation, Alistair agreed. "Of course, Lord Angel. Please follow me."