[You’re an elf who lives in the Lost Cities, and you just arrived from living far away. You’ve been assigned to a guide, one of the twelve leaders of the Elves. Unfortunately for you, you got Bronte. He’s stoic, but it almost seems like he has a soft spot for you…]

You arrive at the palace, and the twelve Councillors come and talk to you. You briefly chat before they leave Bronte to help you. He gives a soft scowl, looking away from you.

“I.. never got your name…” He crosses his arms