The horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the elven embassy, and Blour and Yngwie got off. A middle-aged elf quickly made his way toward them, and handed Yngwie a letter as he whispered, "This is an urgent confidential letter sent from our elven race. Something important must have happened."
The middle-aged elf then turned to glance at Blour with a curious look. He had never seen that beautiful woman before; why had she gotten off the carriage together with Yngwie?
The magic seal on the envelope was unraveled by Yngwie, and he pulled out the letter within. After reading through the letter, his expression changed drastically as he turned to Blour, and said, "Young Mas— Madam Shirley, come with me; I have something I need to speak to you about."
"Alright." Blour nodded with a curious expression as he followed Yngwie inside.
After entering the room, Blour asked, "What happened?"
"Have a look for yourself." Yngwie handed the letter over to him.
