The inn from inside was made up of shining violet marbles with intricate gold designs bordering the edges of the tiles and their vintage patterns. It was a well-lit hall that Zach and Miley teleported into with little flames revolving on the ceiling of the inn. They were like tiny suns with cold rays not only lighting the grand hall but also cooling it to a certain extent. Gaping, Miley was taken aback, “this can’t be real. I can’t imagine a place like this existing in real life. It’s grander than any five-star hotel in my world. It’s so amazing.” Her twinkling eyes said it all.
Zach looked around, “service,” he said and a harpy with brownish cream wings came flying to the two. It was a woman with feathers of diverse sizes all over her body creating a covering over her body. She had claw
