Arthur did not find it strange to see elves there, as it was a prison meant for them, but was surprised to see them alive! He knew few things about this dark forest. It was not a simple prison but a place for them to execute the elves without needing to do it themselves.
"This is your house?" said Arthur, pointing at a massive tree with a house on top.
"Yes, it is. Come, it is not safe to be roaming around during the night."
There was a rope made of vine coming down from the tree, and each one of them used it to climb, and then they pulled the string so that no one could use it too.
"I don't think a monster needs a rope anyway, but I will not judge them," thought Arthur.
Their house at the top of the tree was simple, all made with wood and the roof of leaves and other materials one could find in a forest. Arthur only saw one bed, and his mind ran wild at the thought of it.
"Did you build these tools?" he asked, pointing at a table with some stone tools.