Prince Findir of The Northern Wind (4)
My chaotic smile burst through the gust of wind, sending chills down the spine of every single being present. But, just as I was about to twist their heads off with a stream of wind sliding off of my spinning vortex arm, a hand placed itself on my back.
In an instant, my wind was dispersed immediately, but I didn't retaliate. I felt like living longer so I calmed myself down with a click of my tongue and brushed the man's hand off of my back. It was calloused beyond belief, giving it this gravelly feeling that sent a wave of disgust to flush through my body.
"Boss, I apologize for the ruckus. I tried to prevent it, but you know how everybody is here," The dark elf that had led me here took a single knee and lowered her head toward the man who stood right before me.