A grave, aged voice sounded from beyond the iron gates. It was a special intonation drawn out with length, the peculiar accent unique to the people of the capital city—elvish.,The old sprite stood nearly two meters tall, its hands behind its back like a ghostly silhouette of deadwood against the moon. Its straight and rigid spine, as solid as a pine, radiated immense power.,It was then that she realized she had made an elderly man wait at the door for two hours in the winter evening.。