"I am," Velin answered calmly.
The Elf Knight, clad in dark gold armor, ignored Velin and turned first to Elrond at his side.
The Knight removed his helmet and pressed a hand to his chest in a slight elven salute to the high-ranking advisor.
"Lord Elrond, good day." The Knight's voice was gentle and respectful. "I apologize for interrupting your official duties, but I bear an urgent military order from the Duke."
Elrond stared at the star-leaf paper in the Knight's hand. Its wax seal was already broken, revealing the "Storm Sigil" that only Duke Angry Wind himself could use.
The advisor's mind was reeling.
'A meeting?'
'Why?'
'How could the Duke possibly know these humans exist?'
A whirlwind of questions ensnared Elrond's thoughts.
