For those who press onward:
The imp leads the party through wide corridors of darkly beautiful foliage that wander far enough from the iron streets of the city to be insulated from the omnipresent noise and heat. The journey concludes at a three-tiered gallery displaying armor, weapons, relics, and framed woven swatches, all built around a wide-branched blackwood tree with leaves of gold. A dark-haired woman standing 14 feet in height looks away from a skein of thread and rises in greeting. Like a towering marble statue she gestures toward seats around an intricately carved oaken table.
“Welcome to Eleusys, travelers. Take respite and refreshment as guests in the home of my queen, Erecura. I, Rowane, greet you in her name.” She too has the curious runic circle of glowing characters hovering about her head like a crown. Her eyes burn with the same light.
She waits for introductions, as a small flock of imps rush in from all sides bearing size-appropriate goblets, and platters of fruits, cheeses, and other finger foods.