After I receive the Identification Card from Guildmaster Karlogen, we settle onto the plush couch in the secret chamber, its cushions sinking softly under us.
Just then, a soft knock echoes, and Karven, Karlogen's son, steps in, balancing a tray of tea and cookies. He sets the tray on the table, pouring the tea with practiced grace. Steam wafts from the delicate cups, curling in the air like tiny wisps. The cookies, freshly baked chocolate chip, sit in a tempting pile.
"Thanks, Karven," Eris says.
"Thanks!" I chirp, my ears bouncing as I nod at him.
Karven bows, then retreats swiftly, closing the door with a quiet click, leaving us in the cozy calm of the chamber.
Eris picks up her teacup and takes a whiff, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Mmmnh! Smells nice!" she hums, her voice warm with delight, her tail swaying lazily as she savors the moment.
Guildmaster Karlogen follows suit, his forked tongue darting out to taste the steam. He takes a careful sip.
