Rowan had to admit that Thalyssra's smiling face really appealed to his tastes.
The older woman wore light makeup. Her features were not breathtakingly beautiful, but they were very pleasing to the eye.
Of course, looks aside, Thalyssra carried herself with dignity. Her gaze was gentle, and her warm contralto had a tingling, magnetic quality that made her feel wonderfully approachable.
Rowan watched Thalyssra in silence, inadvertently recalling several of his former female teachers.
"Let's go to the garden. We can eat while we talk," Thalyssra suggested.
Elisande glanced at the young human leader and discovered that his eyes had been fixed on Thalyssra the entire time.
That struck her as rather odd. Wasn't I the leader of Suramar?
How rude...
Busy thinking about his former teachers, Rowan hastily nodded when he heard the invitation. "Perfect timing. I came in such a hurry that I haven't even had lunch."
"This way, Lord Rowan." Thalyssra smiled and gestured for him to follow.
Elisande's expression was icy as she discreetly poked Thalyssra.
Using a mental spell, she transmitted, "He seems quite interested in you. You can talk to him later. In any case, we mustn't come out of this at a disadvantage."
Thalyssra replied reluctantly, "Why? I'm not the Grand Archmage. Besides, do you really think making a good impression on him will affect the outcome of the negotiations?"
"You never know. There are plenty of hotheaded fools who would give up their future for a beautiful woman," Elisande said coldly.
Thalyssra wanted to poke her back, but out of consideration for Elisande's current position, her hand stopped in midair.
"Have some dignity. We're elves who have lived for over ten thousand years. Why resort to such vulgar tactics at the negotiating table?" Thalyssra rebuked her.
Elisande cut off the mental link