Chapter 80 – Banquet – III
Following Selene's majestic steps, the crowd moved toward the rear of the hall. All the families, diplomats, and guests swarmed around the queen like bees, giving Lesley and me some breathing room.
"Phew... Now what?" I asked.
"Now it's time for the bait we cast to reel in the interesting fish."
"Reel in the fish?"
"Yes, look there," Lesley said, pointing toward a group that had arrived recently and was now making its way toward us while the commotion centered around the queen.
A small contingent of elves stood in a reserved section, slowly mingling with some guests. Now that the opportunity had arisen, two of them were approaching us.
The first was an elf with stark white hair, gray skin, and a well-groomed goatee, his long white beard and piercing green eyes exuding an ancient, wise aura. He wore a peculiar long-sleeved gray vest over a military-style undershirt, giving off an air of sophistication and authority.
Beside him walked a second elf, his skin bronze and hair chestnut brown, dressed in what I assumed was ceremonial attire—red with black accents and golden buttons. His face was framed by round spectacles, lending him a scholarly, composed demeanor.
"Lady Lesley, Young Master Glenn, I've come to offer our congratulations on behalf of the elves," the elder said in a rough yet courteous voice. "I am Saerion, and this is my disciple, Tagilbor."
"Young Master Glenn, it's a pleasure to finally meet the protagonist of one of the most memorable battles I've ever witnessed," Tagilbor said.
"Likewise, though I don't recall seeing any elves in the stands during my matches."