Assallya didn't know what to make of this strange place. It had all the underlying context of a tavern but the trappings were only vaguely reminiscent of the concept. The door had been positioned within a wall she had been completely certain had been plain white clay the day before. Having stepped through it she was additionally certain that it was larger within than the very building the door had been placed into. This did not bode well. Turning to find the door behind her towards that long corridor having vanished there was little she could do but carry on forward into the room filled with merriment. What spirits these were she had no idea. Such realms were reserved for creatures of raw thought, pure emotion, the dead and the gods.

The elf woman stepped into the room, her bare feet making not a whisper on the wooden floor. Every moment, fearing she was going to be struck down by the gods that dwelled in such an environs her azure eyes darted from corner to corner, beneath tables, into the rafters and from face to face. Then, after several strides her demeanor changed. Her back straightened, chin lifted, gaze hardening. Within a single stride she had transformed, the frightened elf woman gone and a strong, confident goddess had taken her place. Moving like royalty she swept past the others, past the golems, past a dwarf, a dragon blooded warrior and a host of other oddities. Finally she stood before the great expansive view of the heavens and used the distraction of the slowly tumbling lights to gather her thoughts from her brief excursion through the hall.

It seemed like it was a magical painting, possibly used to foretell the fates of mortals but then there was the sill? It had all the trappings of a window and not the frame for a painting.