Xuefeng twisted around at the sound of heavy footfalls. A lean elf in green, scale-patterned armor pushed through the doorway, striding into the restaurant with a palpable hostility clinging to him. Light brown hair streaked with a few threads of gold framed his face, his eyes seething with anger. He moved directly toward Xuefeng and Yiren, the tension in the room ratcheting up with each step.
Minori—everyone in Eligma knew him. He'd boasted feelings for Yiren for as long as anyone could remember, and his resentment now radiated off him like a tangible force. Word of a "human consort" clinging to the princess must have reached his ears. Ears that apparently chose only to hear what would fuel his ire. With every glower, his thoughts were plain: How dare some outsider come between him and Yiren.
