The furnishings reflected her taste.
A carved table with delicate patterns on its edges and legs, silk-covered chairs to match, embroidered sofas, and finely crafted benches.
By the fireplace, several large cushions were scattered.
Behind the counter, shelves displayed polished glassware and bottles of liquor.
"Would you like something to drink?"
She rang a small bell and a young maid who is barely twenty appeared. The girl went to the counter and began preparing drinks.
"Are there no guests today?" Gabrant asked.
At that question, Ashe gave a faint self-deprecating smile.
"I am no longer young, Gabrant. The wild parties of the past only leave me tired now. These days, only young musicians or budding painters stay here from time to time. Aspiring artists often live in poverty until their talent blooms. I like to think I can help them, even just a little."
The maid returned and handed Gabrant a glass of strong liquor with ice.
