However, she was mistaken. Michael was no half-elf, even though he gave off a faint sense of kinship.
When the elf representative, whose name was Serena, clarified this, Lirien was even more surprised.
However, due to the presence of the old man far above her in status, she kept her further thoughts to herself.
Though elves considered themselves superior to other races, they still possessed common sense. For a powerful figure like the old man, basic consideration had to be given. If her leader could do so, then why could she not.
Although elves often preached dignity and humility, they were largely unaware of how terrible their image appeared to many other races.
Serena raised a hand.
"That is enough," she said, her voice calm but firm.
The tension in the air eased slightly at her words. Even Lirien straightened instinctively, wiping the remaining tears from her face and lowering her gaze in acknowledgment.
Serena turned to her.
