"Your Highness, though Fisher hails from the branches of the Grey Mane lineage, his ties to the main house have long since thinned," the young high elf began, his voice tinged with skepticism. "The prestigious Grey Manes of old have dwindled into mere shadows of their former glory."
"I must disagree," the elf prince retorted, his tone firm yet contemplative. "Blood ties, especially among the beast clans, hold profound significance. Fisher is not merely a distant relation; he is the direct progeny of the late King Grey Mane. We cannot afford to overlook such a connection."
"True, the lustre of the Grey Manes may have faded over the centuries, but recall the old saying, 'a waning dragon still dwarfs a hydra,'" the young elf countered with a wry smile, attempting to lighten the mood.