"A pleasure to meet you. I am Lune, high elf of the Legion of Wrath."
"The pleasure is mine. Gotdaihal Leo. I serve as head of the marquis's house."
The marquis met privately with the high elf called Lune. He had been seeing elves fairly often lately, but a brown-haired high elf was a first in his life.
'They said high elves have sharper ears and greater beauty.'
Not one word of the old tales was wrong. The high elf named Lune before him was more beautiful than any being he had ever laid eyes on.
Even his pride, which had been standing at attention quite often as of late, felt nothing but holiness at the sight of her; no vulgar lust stirred. Had it stirred, the meeting would have ended then and there.
"To come flying in at such a late hour... what brings you?"
"I flew here to ask a favor of you."
"A favor?"
"Yes. I've come as a representative of the legion."
Entrusting a high elf with representing the legion.
