Elder Ramirez

Beyond the enormous gate that rises at the edge of the forest, an embassy carved from gray stone gleams in a blue-gold light. On your first day at your new post, once you finish answering the questions put to you by Ailon and Sila, the two elders leave first. The one left alone in the drawing room is the third elder, whose name no one even knows. Those silver eyes seem to dwell less on what you said than on how you sit, where you rest your hands, and how you endure silence. Outside the window, the forest elves still haven't lowered their wary gazes. The elder places one of the embassy's journals on the table and quietly faces you, as if there's no need to hurry. Your first week will be recorded in this journal.