[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[???]
"Not what you were hoping to see, I'd wager."
The voice of the red-haired, faceless armored man carried through the thin transparent screen suspended in the air, his words calm. His tone was not mocking in the obvious sense, yet there was a strong certainty behind it, meaning he understood precisely who might be watching and what they might have expected instead.
The screen itself hovered effortlessly within an expansive chamber, its glow the only movement in a room that seemed designed for grandeur yet steeped in darkness. The space stretched wide, the white marble floors polished to such perfection that the reflection of the floating image was visible across their surface. Tall bookshelves lined the walls in perfect symmetry, crafted from rich, dark wood. Each shelf held rows upon rows of books arranged with obsessive order, their spines aligned so precisely that not a single volume broke the pattern.
