The wastelands

A man could be seen coming out from a room walking down the hallway on the tenth floor. He was wearing an elegant silk outfit complementing his smooth white skin. A smile was plastered on his face walking past some groups of people in the floor.

Sir eldren. Two guards bowed with respect upon noticing him. Waving his hand he tapped their shoulders lightly placing his hands at his back continuing his walk.

So far so good. He inwardly said inhaling a decent amount of air. A few meters away was a round floating metal table adorned with beautiful and eye-catching drawings. On top were different dishes of all varieties layed on the table. Picking up a plate eldren was torn on what to choose as there were countless decisions he could make.

I'll just take one out from everything. He smiled taking one out of everything that layed on the table.

Beep! Beep! Beep!!!