Three hours later.
Shavin Empire, the royal capital of Telon.
The aristocratic district of the southern city and its Champagne Boulevard was always bustling with life. Here were gathered the most noble individuals of the country. They held positions of power, came from honorable lineages, carried themselves with elegance, and were born into wealthy families. Even a recent tragedy not so far from them did nothing to ruffle their composed demeanors – or at least, the composure they presented on the surface.
A dark elf, slender and graceful, navigated lightly through the crowd. Her attire wasn't grand, but gentlemen would pause and turn their heads for her silver waist-length hair and delicate features. In their eyes, her aloofness, layered atop her remote demeanor, only added to her cold, ethereal beauty...
