Alfheim. Supreme Command.
Slender fingers tapped on the documents, and to those listening carefully, the resonant sound on the mahogany desk was unmistakably the rhythm of Bach's "Scherzo."
"Had I not seen it with my own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that the person who wrote this had just experienced a mechanized deep penetration assault. If I were their war tutor, I could only conclude that they all failed their grades and must repeat the year for further education," one said.
The Elf governor of Alfheim curled the corners of his mouth upwards, and the laughter of the generals and colonels seated on both sides of the conference table followed suit.
