Legend sighed as he inspected his quarters. Lorule had certainly changed in the years since his last visit. In less than half a century Hilda had 'modernized much of the castle keep and from what he could see from the balcony of his room, much of the kingdom as well. Great round flying machines sailed quietly through the air like fish…reminding him of …..something(?)
The city below the keep was alight in much the same way that San Francisco had been. Tall glass-domed buildings seem to have replaced much of the old, crumbled architecture of the past, and long stretches of silver cables, whose purpose he could not guess, seemed to stretch onto the mountainous horizon and possibly beyond in all directions upon great black pylons. The city had grown sprawling. Though the land had not 'healed' as he had hoped it would, great empty canyons still scared the landscape cleaving the land into great broken chunks, artificial suspension platforms and bridges served to unite each section. Smaller airships hummed cheerily in the canyon directly below, going about their days in unknown tasks. It was truly an incredible sight to behold. Hilda's kingdom… Her entire empire seemed to be thriving.
He sighed and took in a breath of the cold clear ozone-scented air. It was humid but in a pleasantly familiar way. A stiff wind buffeted him, chilling his body so he returned to the warmth of the room and closed the great glass and iron doors to the balcony.
This room was not at all dissimilar to the one he had stayed in San Francisco previously. Above the Hero, a great high baroque ceiling with a delicate gold filigreed mural gleamed in the light of his roaring fireplace that warmed the room. A heavy, squat, and thoroughly uncomfortable bench of carved dark wood with a red velvet seat was placed directly before it. Upon it lay clothes that were presumable for him. They were about his size...
A crisp white high collared blouse, a fine silver-mail shirt, and a deep rust-colored tunic with a fine leather belt with a silver buckle(Not all that unlike what he wore when he was last in Lorule... He smiled to himself as he picked up the garment. This material was, however much much finer.. soft as butter it slid between his fingers. His sensitive spirit tingled at the contact, and he let out a soft chuckle. Of course, it would be imbued with protective magic. He donned his new garb and made his way down to the great hall where a feast was being prepared in their honor to see if his companions were there.