Lucian's face changed slightly. He didn't think he would meet another race at the first floor lobby but apart from the slight surprise, his face remained expressionless.
Her eyes widened momentarily as she assessed him, no doubt noting the difference between his battle-worn appearance and the unmistakable quality of the armor visible beneath his torn clothing.
"Welcome to the Celestial Rest," she said, recovering her professional demeanor. "How may we serve you today?"
Lucian approached the desk, his footsteps echoing in the vast space. "I need a room. The best you have available."
The receptionist nodded, reaching beneath the counter to produce a crystal tablet inscribed with glowing runes. "We have a suite on the eighteenth floor with an excellent view of the central plaza of the city. The bathing facilities include enchanted waters from the Seventh Floor's Healing Springs, and the bed is crafted with comfort spells that adapt to the sleeper's preferences."
