Chapter 87: He Must Be a Highly Respected Elder

The morning mist, like a veil of gauze, drifted slowly along the edge of the Silver Moon Forest.

Darian stood before the perimeter line at the forest's edge, his slate-blue robes billowing slightly in the morning wind.

He gazed out, and a line of figures appeared at the edge of his vision.

They were a dozen or so plainly dressed Elves.

Unlike the jade-white complexion of the Elves from the Silver Moon Race, the skin of these Elves, while still fair, had a faint, weathered tan from long-term exposure to the wind and sun.

It was clear that their daily living conditions were quite harsh.

Darian's eyes swept over the group, a flicker of understanding in them.

Ever since the decision was made in the council meeting to expand the population, the Silver Moon Race had begun contacting and recruiting scattered Elf communities across the Eldron Plain.