263 The Invitation (VIII): A Welcome Party

Sillomere was cold, but that much was understandable, it was a city built on the peak of the highest mountain within an extremely high mountain range. Cold had no choice but to be the norm here. It's streets were extremely clean, and it's citizens were even cleaner. The snow elf had their own brand of architecture and fashion, it was an entirely different civilization that looked technologically advanced, but have magic as the crud of their foundation. The delegate rode what was a small weird looking dragon, or rather it would be better to call it a draig.