Outside the palace, a black-haired man in a rather dignified yet reserved attire could be seen walking amongst the trees at the outskirts of Ronan within the Forest of the Elves.
It was the part of the forest where hardly anyone would step foot, unless one wishes to be on his own. Yet on this rather normal day, a rare visitor had visited this place.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
'Found you.'
Draven's sharp ears caught the whooshing sounds of training—no, venting—as soon as he went past the outermost circle of trees. His personal attendant, Erlos, had been in a foul mood for the past few days, to the point the young elf acted unusually quiet, pretending he didn't exist aside from doing his tasks. His master turned a blind eye on the elf's behavior, but after Erlos suddenly took a day off, Draven could no longer dismiss what he's going through.
