"I can't believe I considered myself one of those terrible creatures," Ivan spoke in disgust.
"You've been an elf for thirty minutes Ivan," Beric responded with an eye roll, "don't get ahead of yourself."
"it's actually been two hours thirty minutes Beric," Ivan responded smugly as he pulled out a mirror from his satchel and admired his chiseled face for the hundredth time.
The group had been riding south east for almost three hours now towards the enchanted forest. The little settlements of the shires were getting more and more scarce as they forged ahead. The road wasn't even a road anymore, just a very narrow path surrounded by long grass and scattered trees.
Along the way, Zander and Roland told them all about the great cleansing and how the humans had planned to wipe out the other races and enslaved and experimented the ones that weren't able to escape.
"I can't believe people can be so selfish," Ozias responded, "it sickens me."