Elissa emerged into an ancient banquet hall. A long table was set up in its center, lined with candles. At the far end was a figure, clad in green and wearing a headdress of golden horns.

"Welcome to Loki's humble abode."

He leaned against the arm of his chair and waved a hand. The chair closest to Elissa slowly backed away from the table and turned to face her.

"Have a seat."

Loki smiled, and while he made no gestures of hostility he tried his best to be imposing. He did not attempt to cloak his magical aura but instead let it radiate off of him, filling with the room with a warm power and the faint smell of heated metal.