"Order! Order!" The sound of a gavel hitting stone thudded throughout the room. A semicircle table filled the room with its imposing stone etched in decoration. The table was on a raised floor to, perhaps enhance the authority of the Elven Council. The room was filled with elderly elves not ready to let go of their authority.
Below all the noise and clatter of the gavel stood Lucas, wearing simple leather armor with the Einhardt crest visible in dark blue threads on his left shoulder. He also wore the cape of his knight's order on his shoulder in the fashion that human knights wore. In contrast to how impressive he looked; there was a bored expression on his face slightly hiding dark circles forming under his eyes.
