While masquerading as an elf, Keman had played the part of the younger son of a retainer...fairly low on the proverbial totem pole in elvish society. It had made him practically invisible in the city, but it had exempted him from many of the activities that the High Lords of the powerful Clans enjoyed.

Like...getting their nails done, apparently.

He had to admit, he was intrigued. But it seemed so...pointless.