Elven Consul on throne

 In his mind, the stories, reports, and testimonies of the survivors converged, as clear as if they were written on neatly arranged parchments before him. He scrutinized each one to find common data and recurring situations that could offer him different perspectives on the same event, invaluable for understanding why victory had been so decisive. These meticulous analyses were the lifeblood of his knowledge, the bricks with which he constructed the walls of his mental fortress. Countless skirmishes, maneuvers, and pitched battles were stored there on his mental shelves, perfectly classified to be revisited at will in those vast halls of wisdom. From his throne, he received all this information from everyone with something to report. His mind thus became a formidable weapon, a critical factor in the planning of any conflict. With this factor, he mused between sips of wine, future battles could be decisively tipped in their favor. The dawn of each new engagement would see his intellec