The Mayor was a middle-aged elf, but as one would expect, there was not a wrinkle on his face. The only way you would know was through the mature energy he gave off.
In fact, it was possible that he was way, way older than that since elves could live for up to a thousand years if they had a good bloodline, and that is without leveling up.
As soon as the Mayor heard that the princess was coming to his manor, he rushed to prepare things. He arranged a room for them to meet and got everything up to standard.
When Amber arrived, she was led by a butler into the room. She took her seat inside the lounge, and the Mayor was not yet there.
They served her some green tea and biscuits, but she left the tea there—not because she didn't want it, but because she was using it to watch the time.
Finally, after waiting a bit, the Mayor walked in wearing a black elvish-design suit. He bowed as soon as he passed through the door.
