Everything's chill

Elven Customs, Valiyer International Teleportation Circle.

The custom department seemed like a modern day luxurious hotel lobby. There were a lot of doors leading to different rooms at the sides of the lobby where Zelph and his army was.

The lobby had a lot of couches and tables for people to sit and wait.

The two hundred people were sitting on these couches and waiting for their turn.

Zelph was inside one of the nearby rooms of the custom department. The army outside was waiting for their commander to come out. They were all wondering what the lady in red uniform was doing with their commander.

It had been a while since Zelph went in and he wasn't out yet. This did make a lot of people anxious but they knew it was better to just sit and wait instead of trying anything stupid. 

The customs weren't tied to any noble clans and answered only to the Elven Parliament.