“Thanks to the Veil, Solus can afford to share with Lochra and show her much more than before. Even though Solus doesn’t trust Lochra much right now, she trusts my work.”

“I really hope you are right, Mom.” Solus said, “Aunt Loka caring more about improving our relationship than pursuing her own agenda would be great news.”

“Wait a second.” Morok raised his hand to speak. “Does this mean that from now on we can also ask Master Ajatar for help?”

“Correct.” Menadion nodded. “His Dragon Eyes are no longer an issue. He’s now a welcome guest as much as Lochra.”

“I also have a question.” Rena raised her hand as well. “Why did you call it the Hobby Room, Ripha? It’s an underwhelming name and says nothing about this place.”

“It was actually very accurate.” Menadion conjured a hologram of the appearance of the floor at the time when she was the master of the tower.

There were magical holographic puzzles, gaming tables, a liquor cabinet, and comfortable armchairs where one could smoke without the smell of their pipe or cigar stench the air.