The silver-haired beard was less than ten centimeters off the ground, stubbornly curling as a few tender buds poked their heads out from the cracks, swaying with the elder's steps. Clad in a dark cyan robe, the old man strode with vigor, and even though he was just pacing back and forth in the deep mountain forests, he spoke with confidence.
"Her peculiar aura is too overpowering, leaving a profound impression. She achieves with a single glance or action what takes others a long time to convey through interaction. Faelga easily navigates her social networks, resulting in emotional responses that are detached and unusual compared to most, which is not good. The Elves are under her terrifying rule..."
