Prince Findir of The Northern Wind (2)
A smile spread onto my face as the woman bit her lip. Not only was she trying to suppress any movement of her neck as it would absolutely kill her, but she wanted to stay calm, knowing something bad could happen to this forest if she made any rash moves.
"You're an elf through and through…" I smiled. "It's nice to see an elf have an attachment to their natural habitat. On the overworld, the regular elves are like that, sure… but the dark elves have always hated nature. Mother nature especially as she cursed us with the resentment of forests, jungles, plains, savannas… anything you can think of. Even the fucking ocean hates us."
"I'm sorry to hear that… but can you lower the daggers. I swear on my honor and loyalty to Mammon that I nor my underlings will do anything to you. If something were to happen, then may my elven heritage be revoked, and may Mother Nature curse me for times to come."