You come upon a room from a time long forgotten. The air still lingers with the scent of wine and elven perfumes. Looking at the furniture arrangements, as well as the decorations suspended from the tree canopy-like ceiling, it is clear this hallway was once a place for elves to gather on festive occasions. The large statues of elegant elven figures that line the walls look small in contrast to the enormity of the room itself. Wine vases, broken and unbroken, sit at the base of a few of the statues you pass. Everything has collected a thick caking of dust from the years spent within the darkness of this ancient hall.
