The scent hit first.
Rich, savory, and decadent—an orchestra of aromas wafted through the hall as the twin gilded doors swung open with ceremonial grandeur.
It was as if the very air transformed. The murmurs of conversation paused, replaced by the collective intake of breath as servants and chefs began to file in from both sides. Each moved in practiced elegance, balancing silver trays with artful precision. The platters gleamed under the chandelier light, their contents arranged like edible masterpieces.
The atmosphere shifted from anticipation to awe.
Steam curled upward from bowls of spiced venison stew, seasoned with rare herbs grown only in the biting altitudes of the Obsidian Summit. Azure Glen's signature herb-dusted trout shimmered beneath a veil of citrus glaze and delicate violet petals, artfully arranged like a blooming flower.
