Fang Hong took a moment to realize that he had already reached Cloud Harbor, inside an inn called 'Seagull of the Dew Sea.'
He lay on a wooden bed, quietly observing the small room on the second floor of the inn, where the quiet afternoon air was filled with the faint scent of Luxury Honey Flowers. Bright sunlight filtered through the clean glass window, casting patterns on the wooden floor, where dust motes danced. The light passed through the green window lattices, the jars in the cabinet, a coat on the rack—a little farther, on the desk rested a vase with a Fenris Yellow Chrysanthemum, beneath which a card bore a delicate elf script with the innkeeper's message.
It was the flower language of the Fenris Chrysanthemum, 'dreams and travel.'
He turned his head and finally spoke, "Baihua, is he your brother?"
