Interlude [2]
"That is all…"
Inside a spacious white hall, a dwarf put a small file on top of a desk and stepped back.
"Looks like the situation is still stable."
There were multiple people inside the hall; sitting on a large oval wooden desk. One of them grabbed the papers and read through them; he was a bald old dwarf. He wore circular black-framed glasses and had thick black brows.
"We've only suffered minor casualties so far, an' tha city hasn't been breached."
"…at least for now."
Someone else added.
With long hair cascading down his back and pointy ears, the man was an elf. His hair was primarily of golden color, however, if one looked closely, they'd noticed a few silver strands in his hair.
A regal aura exuded from his body.
Opening his mouth, his melodious voice rang throughout the whole room.