The elf, finishing his tenth cup of coffee, looked up at Harrison with a nonchalant gaze, however, traces of scorn could be seen there. The scorn was there because he was disturbed whilst he was enjoying a delicacy of the human world, known as coffee.
He looked at Harrison first, then shifted his gaze towards Oliver, treating him with much higher respect. He eyed the dwarves and orcs as well.
He wasn't stupid, he knew what their goal was, to take advantage of the new race that had entered the alliance and further strengthen their own standings. Unlike the Elves, the dwarves and Orcs didn't have many planets at their disposal.
The ones they did have were the ones they either came across by chance, or purchased coordinates of by rogue spatial elves. They were not the best planets, but they weren't the worst as well.
