<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/89DMpCX.png)</div><br/><strong>Pelira Velamir</strong>, with<strong>Consul Zach Marques</strong><br/><br/>The man had relieved Pelira of her indecision, and her smile was more genuine for it, not unaided by the flattery. "An honored meeting, Consul," she spoke slowly yet brightly, with some lilt of the Elvish tongue of home. As her head bowed slightly in greeting, she noticed the Atlantean's build, like that of a traditional warrior despite his noble title and casual dress, and she cocked an eyebrow briefly before continuing, "You have come quite far, if I'm not mistaken. I am Pelira Velamir of the Hidden Court."<br/><br/>A barely conscious gesture ordered the pair of guards to stand back in respect to the foreign noble. They were much too nervous.<em>I must remember to give them... recreational leave while we are here,</em>she noted to herself, but kept her attention on the Consul. "It is not surprising that you should be unfamiliar with my people. Times have changed, to be sure. But for the good of Ardania, I believe."<br/><br/>The elf absently tugged on a glove, smoothing the wrinkles at the wrist while she studied the Consul further. He seemed young, perhaps, for his position, yet she feared it may be impertinent to ask directly how newly-reigning the head of the Republic was, so her question curved around it. "Have you come to the Fertile Valley before, Son of Atlantis?"