The pleasantries of an elfThere had been reports all across the lands of a relatively unknown ruined village that had not received the promised assistance the new king had given after the wars of the lich king had ended. All that remained were few and most would be visiting their gods in a tenday at most. One however seemed to stand out in stature and looks alone as all looked to be broken creatures from the tragedies that had befallen them…. He was an elf, young for hisw race, but yet he appeared just as haggard as the eldest human of the village. In the dirt and muck he knelt clutching a worn journal of one of his fallen breathren with tears escaping his ears tThe pleasantries of an elf
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Dont make me use muh daggers!!
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