Actually, this wasn't his first visit. The last time he came, there was a bit of minor friction.
He took some valuables, the Elves got the chance to build new homes, and everyone came out ahead with a bright future.
"What's your purpose here?"
An Elf, sitting on a high platform, asked with a serious expression.
His duty was to prevent members of other races from overstaying their welcome and living in the city illegally.
There were already enough of them in the city.
However, he had to be discerning. If they had the potential to serve as manual labor, they could be let in to supplement the workforce.
After all, there was no need to provide benefits to the undocumented. They were purely expendable.
"Visiting a friend," Zog replied.
"Who?"
"Kaelan Finarfin."
There was, in fact, an Elf by that name in the city. Every Elf's information was recorded in the Holy Tree, accessible to any Elf with the proper authorization.
"Duration of stay?"
"Until I find that Elf."
