In a beautiful room within the huge twisting tree in the centre of the Elven capital city of Ar'soleil. Asura, Celine, Al Menitos and Empress Ar Melania sat around an elegant table of pure white created with dragon bones.
The group sipped from delicate white cups, each adorned with sophisticated golden markings, a clear portrayal of the Empress's skill and artistry.
The cups, like the room they were in, were not just beautiful but also carried the weight of the Elven history of conflict with the dragon race and each one a unique antique with distinct patterns and grooves.
"Please, Prince Asura, our guest from the other side of the great sea. Enjoy the tea brewed with the world tree's sap. No other guest has enjoyed this honour in almost a millennia." The Empress curled her lips and loosened her cheeks with a lovely smile.
