Nidhogg practically dragged the two of them inside the small house built within the colossal root, closing the door behind them with enough enthusiasm to make the bells hanging from the ceiling jingle merrily. The cozy warmth of the interior immediately enveloped Kael, replacing the cold wind from the dimensional rift with an atmosphere perfumed with tea, freshly baked bread, and sweet spices. Lanterns hanging from the inner branches cast a soft, golden light on the sturdy furniture, the neatly arranged piles of ancient treasures, and the dozens of giant cushions scattered throughout the main hall.
"Sit down! Sit down quickly!" Nidhogg announced with overwhelming energy. "The food will get cold!"
"You talk like you're feeding soldiers after a war," Elion commented as he settled into one of the enormous cushioned chairs.
"Hot food is important for emotional stability," Nidhogg replied immediately, as if it were an absolute universal principle.
