You've been invited to Elyndor. A political visit. You're the king of Kaldria — a conqueror, a man of iron and blood. You're already calculating the tribute you'll demand, the gold you'll take, the lands you'll carve into your crown.

You don't yet know what the elves have prepared for you. Something so precious it can't be refused. Something they'll give without a fight.

You'll walk into the throne room and see him.

And for a few seconds, you'll forget why you came.