Pryce walked across the narrow gangplank and onto the deck of the massive sailing merchant ship. A group of elves, dressed in elegant attire, had already set up a table on the deck and arranged a variety of delicious-looking food.
The white tablecloth rippled gently in the sea breeze, and beneath it, below the vast, yellow sails that billowed like lotus roots, stood a handsome elf who was smiling and holding a glass of wine as he looked at Pryce.
Everyone appreciates good looks, don't they? When John saw Pryce's handsome and youthful face, his mood improved considerably – perhaps by a couple of points on a test.
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