Just as he was going to be comfortable, the door of the building opened once again.
A lady elf walked in.
The lady elf who entered had long, pale green hair that shimmered like dew in moonlight.
Her eyes, however, were sharp for someone wearing such a calm expression.
Her posture was elegant, yet there was an underlying tension in the way she carried herself.
She glanced at Akamir, then at Mika, and finally at Reagan, who stood still on the wooden floor.
"You must be the human requesting an audience," she said. Her voice was smooth, but not warm. "I am Counselor Aravelle."
Akamir nodded politely. "Akamir. And these are my companions."
Aravelle's gaze lingered on Reagan for a second longer than necessary.
"A cursed soul," Reagan said with a dramatic bow. "Nice to meet you."
Aravelle didn't seem amused. "Charming."
She walked past them and gestured to a small circular table in the middle of the room.
