After nodding farewell to Lord Terath, Luke and I followed after R'lissea and Esvitt, my arm laced through his. The archway opened into another chamber, but it was far smaller than the other galleries. It formed a perfect circle, some three hundred feet across and only fifty feet tall. Two levels of balconies adorned the walls, with a gently sloping staircase winding around the exterior like a spiral shell. Faceted mirrors covered the walls, reflecting and multiplying the dozens of floating crystal orbs of light, making the room feel as open and endless as Haven.
Elvish couples waltzed across the polished marble floor, dancing to soft, melodic strings that echoed from the lofty ceiling. Most were older elves, distinguished and poised, moving with a slow, deliberate grace. The music was live, played by a group of elves on a raised stage against the far wall.
