As they walked along the halls of the center tower, Darius noticed the people staring at him. Every time they would pass an elf, they would stop to stare. Which made him sigh in annoyance, it almost felt as if he was a sort of freak show.
Finally, the dreadful walk ended as the servant stopped in front of the council room's doors.
She stepped aside to let Darius enter.
When the servant opened the door and gave way for the young man, he noticed the other person standing in front of him.
'It would seem that I was the last one to arrive,' Darius thought to himself.
The elf has lightly tanned skin, curly brown hair, and light gray eyes – almost like morning rain clouds.
The elf was still standing near the door, meaning he just arrived.
Darius reckoned that the elf had just arrived a few minutes earlier than him.
The brunette glanced back as Darius stepped inside the room.
