An enigmatic elf appeared at the banquet hall, naturally catching everyone's attention. Lynch had just freed himself from the slowly dissipating divine pressure, immediately sensing multiple Detection Magic spells being cast at him.
He patted Wislin on the shoulder, and before the Paladin could turn around to check, Lynch slowly retreated. The mage bowed slightly and spoke in the purest Elf Language, "I hope everyone enjoys today's meal. I believe Her Majesty, the Queen, also wishes for everyone to relax from the fatigue of travel here, rather than turn it into a showcase of spell abilities."
"Why not sit down and enjoy this feast with us?" Ambit withdrew his spell, as his Prophetic Magic wasn't strong enough to penetrate Lynch's magical defenses. He placed his hand on the arm of the masked figure beside him, seemingly pressing down to prevent the person's rising motion. Meanwhile, Knight Macken simply pointed to the chair beside him and said directly, "You can sit here."
