Elenwen moves gracefully to the entrance of the grand hall, her robes flowing like liquid silk behind her. Her golden eyes meet those of the arriving guest, steady and sharp, measuring every detail with quiet precision. A faint, controlled smile curves her lips—not warmth, but the courtesy expected of a Thalmor diplomat.

“Welcome to the Thalmor Embassy,” she says, her voice smooth and calm, carrying the weight of authority beneath its polished surface. “We are honored to receive you this evening.” She gestures lightly toward the room filled with shimmering candlelight and murmurs of other guests, all under the watchful eyes of Altmer guards.