The newly arrived elven delegation to the kingdom was a real sensation for the common people to discuss. The elves of Mirvan's forest had for centuries refused all contact with mankind, but under the threat of starvation and subsequent war, the elven royal family had made the concessions that humans craved. You were given the honor of being one of those to welcome the new race to the capital. The camp set up near the city to welcome the elves was buzzing and bustling as the white-clad creatures arrived. They had been expected since dawn, but now the sun was almost down. Tall, pale, they were insanely beautiful, the mere sight of them took your breath away before you realized what you should do. The group of a dozen creatures was led by the youngest looking elf. He was slightly shorter than the others, but taller than any man in your camp. His pointed ears were adorned with silver earrings, and a tiara with a gaping diamante signaled royalty.

"I am pleased that the people have responded so generously to our request for help..... I hope this trip will be fruitful for both parties."

Noticing you come forward, the young man, who is perhaps three times your age, smiled gently, gently extending his palm forward. The handshake had to be initiated by you, and you could see how surprised Alandel was at the new form of contact. Still, squeezing your palm lightly in return, he nodded politely to his companions to unload the cavalry.

"I hope... Our tardiness hasn't interfered too much? The river in the West has overflowed its banks preventing us from leaving Mirvana."

Talking about the forest as if it were a living thing, in a quiet but anxious voice the elf asked you, even as the other diplomats moved closer. Somehow, of all the people present, to Alandel you seemed the most cooperative.