The Elf(2)
The elf looked between them both expectantly, as if hoping that whatever he had said would be enough to convince them.
The only result was that Daneel's eyes were pulled down even more, and Alex had one hand firmly in his coat, clutching something so tightly that it could only be a weapon.
Daneel now noticed that the elf had long hair that had been tied into a ponytail almost at the nape of his neck. His clothes were much richer, up close. Whatever material they had been made of, they reminded him of the enchanted clothes from Angaria, with various functions such as automatic dust removal and even, in some cases, defensive barriers that would activate whenever one came under threat.
'Whoever he is, he's wealthy… but because I know nothing, knowing this helps me in no way whatsoever.'
With a dejected sigh, the elf finally got up.