In the garden of Oak Hall, unidentified flowers bloom quietly. Powerful nature magic maintains the vitality here, allowing various plants that can only grow in southern regions to thrive on this northern land. A breeze barrier envelops the entire courtyard, significantly reducing the noise from other parts of the town, leaving only faint sounds here - not noisy, but rather increasingly peaceful.
Gawain sat by the round table, a delicate gold-rimmed cup giving off the refreshing aroma of tea. Some elf snacks rarely seen in the human world and fruits from the tropics adorned the silver plates, looking pleasing to the eye.
