To be kissed by the sun in such a way was enough to make the strapping young man faint, let alone talks of things more intimate. Not that the queen could ever be caught up in scandal. Though thankfully for Torain, most of her innuendo was lost on him due to men being relatively innocent creatures in Korsova, his tiredness, and him being a stellar example of the first trait over the average man. Morrigan followed the queen into her own private chambers. The smell of incense was strong, but the beauty on display in the private royal harems was even stronger.<br/><br/>They walked through them quickly enough to the banquet hall. The same hall were Ileosa had first made her compact with her green paramour. It was fancier and not yet spoiled, but the night was young. The female elven diplomats sat around, all of the female. No male elves had deigned come, but they were no doubt curious about how open and cosmopolitan Korsovan society was. Already on the fringes elves were converting. This delegation only represented the largest turning of an actual faction within elvish lands.<br/><br/>Morrigan smiled, "Lady Farthia, my queen... she brings what was agreed upon." It was truly a win-win for Ileosa. She got more converts to her religion and empire. She got a magical artifact that might for once lead to her ultimate goal, and all she had to do was incur the wrath of the nearby elvish empire. Highly structured, the elves did not treat those who broke with tradition very kindly. Of course, they could take their artifact and still stay in her lands, it would only be that extra bit of recognition and promise of protection that would come with the artifact.<br/><br/>The she-elf was tall and young by her people's standards. She was lithe but strong like a willow tree, and she did not hurt for curves either, setting her apart from her bony male counterparts. She had intricately dyed purple hair. Farthia pulled the green leaf-like cloth. In it was a blood-red tear shaped jewel about the size of two clinched fists. The gemstone wasn't the most interesting thing. What was truly captivating was the gold text scrawled across it. A promise of ancient magic.<br/><br/>"Shall we discuss terms, your highness?" The lady-elf said. Watching and waiting to see the shrewd cunning of the mortal woman who deified herself so brashly.