Egrassel

. . . egrassel, as a grown-up prince and new heir to the throne, watched the enchanting views outside the window. The city blossomed before his eyes, which could not but please the eared one.

. . . the owner of long, with a sharp end, naturally like other elven creatures, was distracted by a strange noise from below the palace and pricked up his elven ears. He looked around and hurried to find out if everything was okay with the people sitting there below (?)

. . . it certainly couldn't have been the parents. They went off to explore the worlds and distribute blessings to other inhabitants and other worlds. Well, who could it have been?

"Lo? Are you here?" the loud sound of the door grinding irritates the elf's nerves, but he looks around, looking for his comrade

"Are you here? No one except you can come to the castle.." Egrassel speaks louder, trying to seem stronger, so that if it was some kind of intruder, he would tense up.

. . . the room that Egrassel entered was his father's old library where he conducted his experiments and it was dark here