“Does she really think this is the best way to go forward?” a regal elven man says. Gazing across the table at a lovely elven woman he continues. “She must be out of her mind if she thinks we will all go along with this.”
The woman responds, “The people will not accept this friendship with the humans. They are weak. There is no strength in an alliance with them. But we also cannot do nothing. I feel there is an opportunity here.”
Sipping from a glass of wine, the women gazes out the window, lost in thought.
“I agree,” man responds. As he tilts his head, his onyx and jade diadem shimmers slightly in the candlelight.
The woman rests her hand on his arm. “We will send someone in our place. A representative. I know just the one. We will send Mistress Ianthra Nishaye. She will be our eyes, ears, and voice.”
He nods in agreement, “Ta’Nalfein will decide how to proceed when we read her reports.”
~ Valyrka ~
Ta'Illistim
Elves
Dark Elves
Avawren ~ I have Survival and a knife. I can work it out.
