Jorghan stood amid the gathering crowd, a fixed point in a swirling sea of elven diversity. He was like a child among them, his six feet dwarfed by the tall elves.
The elves varied from ten feet to seven feet, belonging to various clans, judging by their skin complexion.
The Grand Hall had filled rapidly once the feast was announced, and now hundreds of elves moved through the space in constantly shifting patterns of conversation and connection.
His name jumped from lips like sparks from a fire.
"That's him, the Sol'vur heir..."
"Six feet tall, can you imagine? Fighting at that height..."
"They say he created a dragon made entirely of blood..."
"Killed thousands of Imperial soldiers in less than a day..."
"His father was Ser'gu, the one who..."
