“We come together on the matter of electing Velocity Harkthorn into the Council,” said a voice inside of a dark, circular room.  In the room were five elves; one stood in the center of the room, with a grey skin tone.  He wore green and beige with an emblem depicting a tiger on the chest.

On the far left, there was an Elder with a plate in front reading, “High Elder Q. Stormcloud”.  He said in a voice monotone as could be, “All in favor say, ‘Aye.’”
Three “Aye”s sounded from the room.

“Quake seems to be against,” said a pure white elf with a plate in front of him reading, “W. Snowstorm”.  He continued, “Yet the Destroyer of Evira has voted in favor.”

“Winter, we already have Monsoon.  We have no need of another Eviran,” the elf at the far left said matter-of-factly.

A soft laugh came from a seat in the far right.  He looked young, as if he had not reached adulthood.  The nameplate in front of the dark grey elf in that seat read M. Greystone.  The laugh became louder, harsher.  The shadows stretched over his face, revealing only a pair of violet eyes.  “I am no longer an Eviran,” said the babyfaced elder.  “A true Eviran shows no mercy to his foes, Quake Stormcloud.  I am a sell-out to the enterprise of my nemesis, nothing more.  Allow passage to a truer Eviran than I."

Quake gave a reluctant, “Aye.”

“Velocity Harkthorn, welcome to the Elder Council,” said a female voice.  The hopeful in the middle took a seat in between Winter Snowstorm and a female elf with a nameplate that read, “S. Stormcloud”.

Quake noted, “Because you are not above the age minimum for an Elder, you will not be called such.  However, you still get all of the privileges you would have as an Elder.  Most importantly, a vote.  Sand is also not old enough, so she can fill you in.”

The young elf nodded.  “Understandable,” said the new elder.

“Next, the sentencing of Redd Hart,” said Quake. Sand stood from her seat and exited the room as a redheaded human in shackles went into the center.

“Such a monster deserves death,” said the violet-eyed Eviran elf.  “It takes a special kind of monster to attack a woman in such a way, much worse on him that he attacked your own daughter.  You should have him killed.”  His face turned down to reveal only his long, black hair, kept in a low ponytail.  “But you won’t, will you?  This monster knows the location of something you seek.  You would show your true color just to find it, would you not?  It is nothing short of despicable.  I wonder, Velocity, in a room full of monsters, how are you faring?  The sheer amount of evil must be suffocating you right now.”