Ethan noticed Faelith the very moment she entered the hall.
His eyes turned toward her instinctively, gliding appreciatively over the mature, sensual curves of the beautiful elven woman.
His gaze lingered on her generous cleavage, revealed by a bodice so tight it barely contained the glorious mounds of pale flesh straining against the fabric's edge.
Slowly, his eyes traveled up her slender neck until they reached her noble elven face.
Faelith noted his presence as well. Along with his, she noticed the figures of Ysara and Amelia seated at the same table, both fifth-stage specialists.
A small gasp escaped her lips.
Seeing two such powerful warriors sitting so close to Ethan did not cheer her up in the least.
Her gaze then fell on Alice, a clearly very talented mage seated to Ethan's right. The young woman clung to his arm like an affectionate kitten, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder.
