Welcome to our humble abode

The heavy wooden door of Elaris Hold creaked open on timeworn hinges, groaning softly as it gave way to the space within.

Alex stepped hesitantly over the threshold, his boots brushing against the smooth, slightly scuffed floorboards as he entered.

At once, the air changed. The crisp, raw scent of the outdoors, damp earth, hay, and the faint tang of animal musk, gave way to something gentler, more inviting.

It was a warm, layered fragrance, subtle but distinct: the mellow scent of old polished wood soaked with time, mingled with delicate undertones of dried herbs, aged parchment, and faint traces of lingering paint, perhaps from a recent touch-up or a long-finished project that still left its ghost in the air.

His breath caught slightly as his eyes roamed the interior, widening in quiet wonder.