The elf bowed slightly, his etiquette flawless, yet utterly devoid of warmth.
He had long, frost-white silver hair that cascaded down his dark green robes like a waterfall. His exquisite face seemed carved from ice, and his narrow, gray-blue eyes held a cold arrogance that kept others at a distance.
"I am Elrond, a retainer of Duke Stormrage. His Grace is occupied with military affairs and has instructed me to receive you."
Veylin returned the greeting with equally precise courtesy.
"The honor is ours."
Elrond led them into the reception hall.
The extravagance was staggering. The tables and chairs were carved from solid agarwood, the cups held faintly glowing dew, and even the tapestries on the walls moved.
"Please, sit."
Elrond waved a hand, and several elven maids brought out platters of fruit.
Every piece was translucent and gave off an enticing fragrance.
"Try some. These are Starlight Berries. They only grow beside the Moonwell." Elrond elegantly picked one up and placed it in his mouth. "In the human world, a single berry could probably buy a fine horse, wouldn't you say?"
It was an opening show of dominance.
He was flaunting his wealth, demonstrating the disparity in their resources.
Veylin left the fruit untouched and merely watched him in silence.
"Counselor, we came for grain."
"Of course, of course."
Elrond wiped his hands, his smile growing broader.
"We have heard something of the Haiti Duchy's predicament. That uncouth Second Empire has blockaded the sea routes. Truly barbaric behavior."
He sighed, putting on an air of compassion.
"As your neighbors, we cannot bear to see human civilians starve to death. Elves are a peace-loving race, happy to lend a helping hand."
As he spoke, he drew a prepared parchment scroll from his sleeve and gently pushed it toward Veylin.
"This