Looking toward the source of the commotion, Roland saw a golden-haired young man striding forward, head held high.
His delicate features drew unconscious gasps of admiration from the onlookers, and his pointed ears revealed his identity as an Elf.
'Is that... the High Elf with the surname Morning Star?'
Seeing this, Roland quietly took a few steps back, avoiding the crowded throng. He stood at a slight distance, narrowing his eyes to study the other man.
Perhaps to blend in, this High Elf wasn't wearing the exquisitely tailored, unadorned, plain-colored robes one might expect. Instead, he had changed into a set of finely crafted, exceptionally luxurious clothes.
This attire made his already aloof disposition stand out even more. The only thing that remained the same was the circlet woven from strange vines on his head.
