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It seemed to be such a lovely day.
After a short 6 days following his arrival to this town, Tristan was currently standing inside his study in the town hall. He looked out of the tall, wooden windows, observing the streets of Caerleon which branched out before him. Everything seemed to be in perfect order.
At that moment Uriel, the mayor of Erantell, walked in the room. He approached Tristan, standing next to him by the window, looking at the peace and quiet that had descended over the town. It was as if yesterday's riot never happened.
"It's nice, right?" Tristan asked.
"Yes... It is quite nice..." Uriel said, the expression on his face and tone of voice both completely flat.
Tristan noticed this and immediately he sighed. It was evident that the other elf had more to say.
"Speak your mind, Uriel."
The fat elf was reluctant at first, but after more coaxing from Tristan, he eventually gave in and revealed his true thoughts.