That plus holding a peerless artifact like the Ears of Menadion in her hands had brought Aalejah this close to having an aneurysm out of joy. She talked so fast that most of what came out of her mouth was gibberish.
Her hands and feet moved restlessly above and below the table, giving the impression she was having the most controlled seizure in Mogar's history.
"Has any of you ever fought the other? When did it happen? How long did the battle last? Who won? How are you still alive? How does the Ears work? Where did you find it? Was Menadion's tower really that good?" Questions stormed out of her mouth one after the other, without giving anyone the time to answer.
"I'm sorry for making you wait." Jirni cleared her throat to announce her presence and put an end to the elf's verbal deluge. "Am I the last one or are we still waiting for someone?"
The guards helped her to a chair and gave her plenty of refreshments before leaving.
