"Are you sure about this, My Prince?" Gelethorn whispered behind the prince as they passed a corridor crowded with other elves. The two stopped in a chamber brimming with elves as they study crafts, and magic, and history. Above the chamber was a name created with coiling vines that labeled: 'Oppos Arcadium.' A part of Pin'Tu's branch wherein elves used to study. This was an academy for humans.
Prince Aesril gazed around him, golden eyes looking for elves with elegant hair and an overbearing aura. He needed to make sure that none would learn about their plan. His robe fluttered as he spun to face his attendant. "Have you got what I asked, Gele?" Prince Aesril said with his hand resting over his loyal attendant's shoulder.
