The final clasp slid into place with a single satisfying click. Atheline adjusted his cuffs, gaze steady on his reflection in the mirror.
The robes he was wearing were darker than usual, tailored to match the dark elves' aesthetic but still carry his pride as a high elf.
The sleeves and lining matched the clothes design of the high elves, a perfect design that was fit for the introduction and to represent his stance on both ends.
He wasn't planning to blend in, Atheline chuckled inwardly, he wouldn't have been able to even if he wanted.
Behind him, the door opened without a sound, and Lilith stepped in.
"I see you're taking your sweet time," she said, her voice though smooth was laced with a little impatience.
Atheline inwardly rolled his eyes.
'Now we're late?'
He didn't turn immediately; instead, he continued to correct any creases and idly touch his robes.
"I didn't realise I was being timed," he said evenly.
He glanced at her in the mirror, their eyes meeting.
