Someone Comes to Parley

The field was silent for a moment as Arvanda and the elves watched an orc retrieve the arrow, handing it to a huge orc who appeared to be their commander. He took the scroll from the back holding it in his huge palm; hopefully he could read. Arvanda had written it in their language.

He stared at it for a moment, before looking up at the royal tower. His long white hair swayed in the breeze, and his orange eyes seemed to fix on Arvanda.

He gave what appeared to be a nod, before stabbing his huge sword into the damp ground. Unarmed, he approached the city of Goldenfel.

“Have the mages lower the shield around the gates,” Arvanda ordered Belraz. “And open the gates for him.”

“You are serious?”

“Of course.” Arvanda let out a soft sigh. Was she really about to do this? "Have him brought up to me when he arrives."