Who was he? Crunch repeated mentally to himself, breathing unsteady, his skin pale and sweaty, dirty tunic sticking to his skin.
Who was he?
He clutched his rucksack to himself like a lifeline, wary of moving his neck even the slightest bit so he didn't get split open, he had his trusty dagger with him but once again it was buried in the debris of the rucksack, he should really consider getting a scabbard.
What was he to say? That he was Crunch, a Low Class Elf from Pebble Village? Then what would he say he was doing all the way out here? Who were these people? What if they worked for the Duke?
"I'm a survivor." The words tumbled past his lips before he could stop himself.
For some reason, the Middle Class Elf that had drawn his knife stepped back, approval on his shaven face.
Crunch took in a deep breath, heart thumping, now that he wasn't a step away from death he took in the other Elf that had unwittingly saved him.