The feast hall roared with excitement as Kyle and Silvy entered, their presence drawing cheers and applause from the gathered elves.
Floral garlands were tossed, flutes of sweet wine raised in welcome, and musicians struck celebratory chords on ancient stringed instruments.
The atmosphere was warm and jubilant, and every elf wore a smile that stretched ear to ear.
As they walked through the crowd, Silvy shifted nervously beside Kyle.
She wasn't used to this much attention, especially not while wearing ceremonial robes hastily provided by the villagers.
Kyle, on the other hand, wore his usual calm expression, nodding politely as people bowed their heads in respect.
The elf chief rose from his seat at the head table and raised a goblet.
"To the saviors of our race! May your bond remain strong through flame and frost alike!"
