"I'm sorry, ma'am." Lynch said to the approaching Yilinrui, "I don't understand what you mean by 'finally meeting'.
"Perhaps you still cannot see through the fog of destiny, Lynch." The female elf stood before the Mage, an alluring aroma emanating from her not originating from the small yellow flowers in her hair. It was a fragrance that came from herself, constantly lingering around her graceful body. When she raised her arm or smiled, the scent grew stronger.
"Our meeting was destined. I had foreseen this moment, but I never knew who would stand before me. Now I see the lifeline of the future..."
"Heh." Lynch chuckled, "I don't know when the elves, who have always sung praises of the beautiful moon, began to delve into the secrets of the stars and turned their interests to predicting the future."
Lynch turned to the Great Druid Nosta, "Why have so many Elf Generals gathered in this Holy Temple? Is there something that requires my service?"
