The last time you were in the ceremony hall, you were filled with quiet amazement. You were impressed by the fact that Varsiko was capable of such rich ornaments. Up until then, Varsiko had seemed like the kind of culture that actively rejects things such as beauty and design.

The hall was the first time you called that into question. Whereas they might still see efficiency as a higher priority, you must confess you think the large venue in the military base is rather pretty.

You walk through the hall. It 's glistening, almost completely red as the sunlight shines through the rubies on the chandeliers. The maids are busy at work, covering the long rows of wooden benches with red cloths.

As much as you enjoy the brief moment of resting your eyes on the hall, maybe the most Novarynian thing you 've seen in all of Varsiko, you have no time to linger.