Mazerine squinted as she looked up towards the sky, halfway shielding her eyes from the blinding sun. From its position, she could see that it was near midday. She found herself mildly surprised at how swiftly the morning had passed. Apparently, the monotonous task of copying field notes into ledgers passed time much more quickly than she had originally assumed. As she was only a junior ambassador, then head ambassador of the embassy always had her doing his busy work. He had horribly shoddy handwriting, and the archivists requested that all of his journals and notes be rewritten in more legible print. She had not volunteered for such a task, but she supposed there were much worse things she could be made to do. The elders seemed to trust her a bit more after she accepted the task of rewriting the journals without protest. She had been awaiting the day when she would be appointed to field work, and knew that complaining about mundane jobs was not a way to put herself in the good graces of the elders.
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Mazerine had been called to council with the elders at the embassy. Apparently, they had been in discussions with a Highlander by the name of Domnall who led a company stationed not far outside of Adeluna. At first, Mazerine had nearly choked on her wine during the council. She found herself wondering why the elders would want to cohort with humans, when humans were the reason that the elves no longer had a large hold on the world… but she knew better than to question their motives directly, considering she was attempting to keep stay in their favor. Instead, she listened carefully - it seemed that the intent was to create a symbiotic relationship with the company. Elves prided themselves on being well-to-do and above the likes of human roguishness, though some situations called for such behavior. The embassy would be able to call on the company to take care of such matters, and in turn the elves would reward them with coin as well as attempt to shed a positive light on the reputation of the Highlander company.
She had fought tooth and nail not to roll her eyes at Eramriel, the high ambassador, during the council meeting. She held him in high esteem, as he had single handedly chosen her from a large pool of candidates on a trip to Endapano to accompany him back to the embassy in Adeluna. She had jumped on the chance. Though she felt the same elven prejudice towards humans that most did, she still wanted to experience their world, and becoming a junior ambassador had seemed like the best way to do so.
The high ambassador had spent the next few hours explaining some history of the company to the rest of the council, recalling events that had taken place during the ‘Godslayer War,’ as it was so often referred to. Apparently the company had been quite successful during the campaign, and that was what made Eramriel want to involve them in the affairs of the embassy. He gave several examples of events that had taken place in which such a partnership would have been beneficial. The other ambassadors all nodded in agreement, murmuring words of acceptance at Eramriel’s words.
Mazerine did her part as well, joining the ambassadors in their approval. She was unsure of how she felt about the situation as a whole, but again she was not going to question the actions of the elders - though her mind nearly changed when Eramriel spoke her name. “Mazerine, you will meet with Domnall to discuss terms,” he said, his voice authoritative and brief. She froze, and stared at him with wide eyes. That had been the last thing she expected to hear from him, and she was unsure how to respond.
“I… um, what?” she responded. She had not been expecting that. To her chagrin, the others around the council chamber reacted quite negatively - some chuckled quietly, some shook their heads in disdain. “Me?” she asked again, her face reddening with embarrassment. Eramriel raised a hand to his face, rubbing his eyes, before speaking to her once more.
“Yes, you, Mazerine,” he said, his voice carrying the same brusque tone as before. “The encampment isn’t far outside the city walls, and you will have trouble going there. When you arrive, you will simply introduce yourself as an ambassador from the embassy for the Kingdom of Endopano, and explain your business.” She stared at him once more, and found herself nodding in understanding, though she could not help but wonder why he had chosen her over all of the more experienced ambassadors. Looking around the chamber, the answer to her own question dawned on her. The majority of the other ambassadors were male, and those who were female were onwards in their years, having surpassed the mark of five hundred, while Mazerine was young, having only one hundred and eighty herself, allotting her the equivalent appearance of a female human aged in her mid twenties. Of course, the Highlander leader would be more favorable towards an attractive young maiden than the matronly sort… it all made sense to her now.
“Alright,” she said, attempting to sound much more confident than she felt. The thought of being in an encampment of men - specifically, human men - gave her an uneasy feeling. She had heard many a tale of horror when she was younger, and the memories of all those came to light now, no matter how ridiculous and improbable they actually were. She knew, however, that this was part of her duty as an ambassador, and that she should feel honor at the fact to serve her people.
Eramriel stood from his chair and walked towards her, setting a large leather bound packet of parchment on the table in front of her. “Study this closely,” he said, a hint of caution to his voice. “You bring this with you to the meeting, tomorrow at midday. Domnall will be expecting you, as we’ve already sent word of your name,” he added, which answered her suspicion as to whether his decision to send her had been premeditated, and she assumed it had to do with many of the same reasons she had thought of herself.
With that, the council session had ended and they were dismissed, and she took to her quarters to read the information that she was to bring with her to her meeting with Domnall the following day.
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She found herself standing at the city’s main entrance, the one which Eramriel had instructed her to venture from. In order to keep up appearances, she had dressed in a fairly elegant gown, though not so elaborate as to hinder her travels. The fabric was of a deep leaf green, consisting velvet and satin intertwined together. It fell just off of her shoulders, revealing the Endopano talisman she wore around her throat. Her dark hair fell in parted waves past her shoulders, a few braids intermingling in the strands, an elegant headpiece atop so as to designate her status within the elven community. Smoothing down the front of her dress, she stepped outside the gate and took a few paces, before muttering a few small words and disappearing from sight.
A few moments later, her gate travel incantation had deposited her not more than a few minutes’ walk from the Highlander encampment. As she closed in and the buildings came into view, she made out the sounds of voices drifting over the breeze. She had been instructed to enter the main hall, which she assumed was the largest building in the encampment. It was midday, and she assumed that most, if not all, of the men in the company would be enjoying their lunches presently.
As she stepped into the hall, she saw that her assumption had been correct. Men, more than a hundred, if her eyes did not deceive her, were scattered about the hall at different tables, talking, laughing, and eating. Moments after walking in, one of them had approached her. “You from the embassy?” he asked. She was momentarily taken aback by the gruffness of his voice, nearly mistaking it for hostility - but then she realized that she must have been quite noticeable in a place such as that, what with her pointed ears peeking out from beneath her hair.
“I am,” she answered, calmly. “My name is Mazerine Alaudriel, ambassador from the embassy of the Kingdom of Enopano, and I am here for a meeting with Do-” she began, but the Highlander cut her off.
“Yer here to see Domnall, I know, follow me,” he said, heading towards a table. She followed him quickly, where he pointed the correct table out to her.
“Thank you,” she said, politely, though the man had already began to walk away from her. She blinked, before turning to introduce herself to the man at the table. Introductions took place, and she took a seat, so the two could begin to discuss terms.
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Over an hour had passed by the two had finally finished speaking. Mazerine felt much more confident with herself as the conversation seemed to have gone well, and Domnall seemed pleased as well. She stood from the table and extended her hand to shake his, as her trainers had instructed her was human custom. With that, she excused herself from the table with a plan to meet with the company again in seven days time, and began to head towards the exit. She found herself attempting to avoid eye contact with any of the men in the hall, as she still held an uneasy and unexplainable ill will towards humans, but she couldn’t help but gaze at the sheer number as she slowly walked, not wanting to rush and seem impolite to the man that had just spent two hours of his day speaking with her.