This wasn't the first time Cain had had this kind of meeting, but right now he felt particularly concerned about what they were going to cover in this meeting.
Perhaps it is because of recent events and those to come, Cain had reason to worry about the future because it promises to be very, very difficult.
He stood in front of the entrance to a large wooden house, it was refined and simple, its structures were built to suit the particular taste of the elves and a dwarven touch because during its construction, the dwarf who supervised it was a little too far in his pride for his clan.
Three was the number of times Cain had knocked on the door, for a few seconds there was no answer, but a moment later the door suddenly opened again and a man, or rather an adult elf, whose his face was dotted with wrinkles, had suddenly appeared and the moment he saw it, he hastened to bow deeply before him...
"This old man salutes you, Patriarch Cain"
