Her soft laugh cut through the tension, her voice carrying a surprising warmth despite the situation. "You're an interesting one, Ludwig. Eyes that pierce through illusions and unravel lies... truly intriguing. Yes, I am Lorina Ulesse, the Princess of the Fallen Elven Race. Or as your kind prefers to call us, the traitors of humanity."
The tone of her voice shifted, tinged with bitterness as though she were accustomed to such accusations. Ludwig's brows furrowed slightly, his mind spinning with questions he chose not to voice. Instead, he observed her carefully, his instincts urging him to measure her words, her posture, and the subtle tension among her companions.
"You seem perplexed," Lorina said, her sharp gaze catching his hesitation. "I suppose there's much you don't understand about our history. But that is a story for another time. For keeping quiet about us and allowing us to enjoy some of the shows here, please take this," she said.