A Whimsical Descent
"Settle down," the pointy-eared man said tiredly with a yawn, scratching his head. "I am not your enemy. Quite the opposite, in fact. I am Gurmo, just an elf that lives alone."
"An elf?" Finn repeated, dismissing his dagger.
"Woah, he totally is," Jasper said in surprise.
The awe of the visitors didn't seem to be offensive to the old man, though he did seem a bit taken aback by their surprise.
Gurmo grumbled, "You come from a world without my kind, I take it?"
"Yeah, elves are just fairy tales for us–at least they were," Finn answered.
The old elf sat himself down on a chair set by the steps, having to move as though his bones were brittle as he let out a sigh upon planting down, "Ah…seat yourselves, please."
Finn obliged as a guest, curious to learn more about the elf, specifically why he decided to aid them, or how he even came to know of their arrival.