Velvet rules, sweeter air. The Elysian looks harmless until the seams show—ledgers that outlive their guests, a ceiling you can’t fly past, a chalice that bubbles with habit. Promises are weighed against price, tempers spark, and a certain automacart decides the front doors are optional.Sunlight hits different outside. The calendar jumps, the inn sheds its glamour, and the square erupts—goblins, hostages, a wolf-rider chief grinning under drawn bows. Straps cinch, blessings rise, and steel answers noon.

Music: Vecna's Grasp - Cave of Shattered Reflection by Supernova Collective https://supernovacollective.bandcamp.comLicensed under Scrybe Quill Context Licensehttps://www.scrybequill.com/license