In a stoned wall room that's almost looks like an antique museum due to the numbers of paintings and sculpture an anxious elf pacing from left to right. A bullet of sweat can be seen on his forehead, dark eyes and unkept hair which is a clear sign of sleepless nights. His attire doesn't match his appearance at all.
'What's happening? Sylvia is never late.' says by the anxious elf inwardly.
*THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP*
"Enter." says by the anxious elf after hearing a light tapping on his door. "Any news about Sylvia?" he questioned.
"My apologies master Clyde we didn't hear anything about Sylvia for the passed three hours." replied by a young male elf that wears a full black attire that and a mask that covers the lower half of his face.
"Didn't I say not to disturb me if its not about Sylvia!" shouted by the anxious elf while throwing the goblet his holding at the young elf.
