Maxim poked the fire with a stick and sighed. The night was cold and quiet, allowing his thoughts to run wild yet again. He had been on the road to Gavaria for two days now, in another day, he would arrive in a small shire outside Lenora where he was to meet a friend of Ronda's, an elf capable of teleportation who would teleport him directly to the capital of Gavaria where he was to meet the princess Eira.
Maxim was a handsome elf, even among his beautiful race he was still considered very good looking. He was tall and fairly muscular in build, he had long black hair and eyes as green as pools of emeralds. With a jawline curved by the gods and a smile sinfully beautiful, one would wonder how such a man had not already been swooped up by someone.