The wedding banquet in the Court of Scales was a display of barbaric splendor. Giant iron spits roasted whole aurochs over open pits, while flagons of spiced dwarven mead and fiery pepper-wine flowed like rivers. Long tables carved from petrified cedar groaned under the weight of silver platters, surrounded by warrior-lords and matriarchs of the dragon clans. Seated beside Auren on the high dais, Lyra wore a gown of deep…
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