Tyelven, a few nights before the banquet.
The room was spacious, with walls and floors made of pale marble. The silence within was broken only by the very faint sound of waves from outside. On the walls hung two gold-framed paintings. A large, sturdy wooden desk was placed in the center, upon which sat several books, two antique globes, and a lit magical lantern that cast a soft, yellowish light. Behind the desk, a large arched window displayed the view of Tyelven's port at night, illuminated by the high-hanging moon. Merchant ships were docked calmly at the pier, the lights on their decks twinkling faintly.
A man stood facing the window. He wore a clean white suit paired with a long white robe with a fur collar. His dark brown hair was neatly combed.
"Martis..."
A woman's voice was heard from behind.
The woman was an Elf with long, light blue hair that flowed down to her waist and pointed ears. She wore a white dress with rich gold accents on the neck and wrists,
