As the elves hesitated, he outstretched his palm.
"Am I not offering you what you've longed for? After three thousand years of decline, freedom knocks at your door. You just have to open it and accept change." His eyes narrowed into slits. "You'll keep your status in my city, and I'll make your dream of defeating Oikos a reality."
The old noble sighed, Adam's earlier threat still ringing in his ears.
"You're not giving us many options, sir dragon... I don't want our culture to disappear." He shook his head, his lips twisting.
Before he could continue, Adam raised his palm and cut him off.
"We're wasting time." He walked to the northern destroyed walls, a step away from leaving. "Follow me and judge for yourselves. Bart will answer your questions on the way."
However, he stopped the next second and scratched his cheek.
"Your pale citizens greeted us fearlessly. Why?"