White mist covered the castle floor, hiding it from the five as they reluctantly followed the Mermis through the wide halls of the castle. At least they could feel something solid under their feet so they did not utter a complaint. Psychedelic Mermis floated past, taking no heed of the late hour. They ignored the visitors from below but Marklus could hear the hush of their voices and chanting song drifting through the castle.

            At last Malaseya threw open a heavy door to reveal a circular lounge. Rich throws and cushions covered the low lying divans while mist curled dreamily across the floor, giving the furniture the illusion of floating on clouds. A table in the middle sat low to the floor covered with delicate fruits, silver goblets, and a carafe of blu...

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