Later, he comes to this world...
Ilodyer looked up and saw the Elven King standing before him, "You should try the rice wine here; it's quite good."
"The liquor here is very strong," the Elven King said, wearing a gray cloak that made him blend into the crowd.
His slender fingers extended from the cloak, pale and elegant, contrasting sharply with the surroundings.
His fingers lightly traced across Ilodyer's half-elf, exquisite face.
"We should have a drink," Ilodyer said softly.
The Elven King smiled and raised his glass—a straight drinker of grape wine.
"For... the free fine wines of Valoria City," Ilodyer toasted the Elven King, though the clear liquid in his glass was the strongest.
"For the upcoming war," the Elven King chuckled softly, accepting that protecting Eldoria was a responsibility, an inevitable fate he had long understood.
The tall glasses clinked lightly in the air, quieting the surrounding noise.
