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The Inn of the Last Home was shaped like the letter "L." The
ceiling was low, making the room cozy for small groups, though
sometimes on very busy nights it just seemed cramped. The walls were
built of thick, dark beams sealed with a thin mixture of tar, which
gave off a heavy, musky scent that was pleasantly familiar to the
inn's regular patrons. Small, round tables filled the room, though
Otik had also included one long table with benches to encourage
conversation among strangers.
The kitchen, a noisy, bustling place, was at the foot of the L.
The sounds of pans rattling and the cook screaming, and the enticing
scent of Otik's renowned spiced potatoes, were not unusual at any
hour.
What was unusual was that the inn was built in the mighty
branches of a vallenwood tree, a graceful, fastgrowing giant that
seemed to thrive around Solace. In fact, the entire town, except for
the stables and a few other buildings, was all located high above
ground in vallenwood trees. The village was unlike any other -
breathtakingly beautiful, yet practical for defense. Bridgewalks
spiraled to the ground around the trunks and swayed gently in the air
between trees, linking together businesses, families, and friends.
The three friends seated before the fire seemed lost in thought
as Tika returned with their drinks. The young girl's eyes lingered on
Tanis's attractive face - the dark, wide-set, brooding eyes,
cheekbones seemingly chiseled from marble, and his thick, wavy, red
hair, carelessly uncombed
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