The crowd was an eclectic mix of lords, warriors, and noble scions, their banners fluttering in the crisp Crecork breeze. Every race was represented—from humans to elves, dwarves, and even a few rare representatives of other races, which were considered the minorities in the land of Oceros.
The estate itself was a sight to behold. Rolling gardens stretched as far as the eye could see, meticulously maintained with flowers in full bloom. Marble statues depicting legendary ancestors and beasts of old lined the walkways, and a massive dueling arena lay at the center, surrounded by rows of spectator seats. The grandeur of the Londor household spoke volumes, and for many gathered, it only heightened their determination to claim Mesuna's hand.
A group of young noblemen stood near a fountain, their conversation animated.