The Forgotten Kingdom

The Council of Elders

Arwen and the Guardians emerged from the dense forests, their feet sinking into the soft earth as they approached the grand city of Plenaria. The towering walls loomed before them, adorned with ornate carvings that depicted the kingdom's ancient history. As they walked through the city gates, they were greeted by the vibrant sights and sounds of busy streets.

The sunlight bathed the cobblestone paths in a warm glow, casting an ethereal ambiance over the bustling crowds. Merchants called out, offering their wares - shimmering textiles, intricate jewelry, and exotic spices. Arwen's senses were overwhelmed by the fragrant scents of flowers and the sound of laughter echoing through the air.

Eldric led the group through the winding streets, his robes billowing behind him. Arwen watched in awe as they approached a grand structure in the heart of the city - the Council of Elders. The building was made of white marble, its towering pillars reaching towards the sky. It exuded an air of wisdom