Velvet doors, sweeter air. Hawk Tua’s Elysian Inn promises delight without consequence—weapons sheathed, smiles a little too practiced, pink flower-sweets on silver trays. Grendwynn’s instincts prickle; the hosts are charming, the rules are gentle, and somewhere under the music a fiendish heartbeat keeps time.

Night fractures into temptations and tells: a ceiling that won’t be flown past, a chalice that bubbles behind glass, confessions traded in warm water and low light. By last call, allies tighten their circle—and the bill isn’t coin. It’s breath, resolve, and what you’re willing to leave on the pillow when the candles go out.

Music: Greyhawk - Tomb of Wayward Souls Ambience by Supernova Collective https://supernovacollective.bandcamp.comLicensed under Scrybe Quill Context Licensehttps://www.scrybequill.com/license