Molkor’g was already hating this guy, but, because he was new to this city, he tried to act peacefully and he looked to the deep sky.
‘’I’m a marchant, here to sell the my marchandise: fur.’’
The man seems naive, and keeps on insisting.
‘’Oh Interesting! There’s plenty of ways to run a good and entertaining life here! But as you might not know, there’s not that much people that stays here...
Confused, Molkor’g examined this man carefully, toes to hair, and saw something strange, this man was an elve, but not a regular one, a dark elve from Vira’ker.
‘’I see that you’re not really used to this area just as me, what brings you here’’
His eyes turned red, with an ultimate dissatisfaction, and by a quick move, he dropped an elixir In my pocket and disappeared. Inside of it, a dark liquid extends on the sides of the flask and a parchment comes out.
‘’Follow your voice, your destiny awaits for you through the war and the destruction...’’
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