"The deepening of human-elven ties after the light elven assault is… unexpected."
A smooth, silky, masculine voice remarked with an intrigued, confused tone.
The man's body was translucent.
It allowed light to pass through.
One could partially see the extravagant leather of the chair behind him through his neck, illuminated by the bright light of the morning Sun, while an ostentatious, silky, gray strip of cloth wrapped around his body, covering him from head to toe.
His eyes were a translucent silver, almost ephemeral.
He leaned forward, resting his bandaged elbows on his wide, spacious table, covered with all manner of items.
Including a stamp with the insignia featuring a tree with bird wings, while two olive branches curved around it, with a flag topping all of it.
It was the insignia of the Marne Republic.
