The Elves' Uncertainty

The council chamber inside the quarters provided by Vincent was a far cry from the grand elven halls the elders were accustomed to. The room was simple, with polished metal walls and large windows that offered a view of the sprawling military base. The furniture was practical, lacking the intricate designs and craftsmanship that the elves cherished. Still, Princess Elara knew this was the best place for the conversation that needed to happen.

She sat at the head of the table, facing the five elders from the Elven Council who had accompanied her on the mission to Akarios Island. Their expressions were calm, but Elara could sense the tension simmering beneath the surface. This was not going to be an easy conversation, but it was one she had to have.