Disheveled strands of golden hair hang freely in front of his angelic features as delicately pointed ears teasingly poke their way free of the mass. Tanned lids slide to a close over his gaze as the High elf bows in reverence and quietly says... "I know that the council has already made a decision, so please do not keep me waiting any longer from the duties i must undertake." A silver haired Elf in the middle of the group slowly stands and comes to a halt a few feet from the white robed Sivitri. Stern eyes gleam with knowledge and hint of sadness as he quietly says...'Yes, we have made our decision. You are to travel North in the morrow and ride as hard as you can till you reach a city that now borders the area that his shadow has crept to. It will take you at least three days to reach this place and from there you will speak with an Elf by the name of Quithnoril Jhoviski. He will give you further instructions.'
Sivitri quickly opens his eyes in surprise as his thin lips are drawn into a noticable frown and he asks... " Is this all that you are able to tell me? Will there be no others traveling in my company? What is it that I am to look for... or do you wish me to fight along side our brothers?" The silver haired Elf shakes his head as a few steps are taken away from the white robed Elf... 'All will be explained to you at a later date, Sivitri. All we can tell you is go with the light. You have learned much from us and from your own experience... we can only pray that you will come back to us. May the light guide your path... Sivitri Quisinthol.' As those last words are said... the flames within the hearth behind Sivitri fade and then disappear... leaving the room cast into drakness. A sliver of light spills across the floor as one of the large, oaken doors is opened and a guard motions for Sivitri to exit. In a whisk of white robes and an uttered sigh of disdain... the Elf departs from the Council room.