A grave, aged voice sounded from beyond the iron gates. It was a special intonation drawn out with length, the peculiar accent unique to the people of the capital city—elvish.,His skin was wrinkled like tree bark, and his eyes, a murky green, were closer to wolf than water.,"I sense your sincere apology, so I'll let this breach of our agreement slide. But perhaps you should reflect on whether you have offended someone or blocked someone's path... As I said, this is an inspection meeting that you don't need to attend."。