Emila

“I must be dreaming, what the heck am I doing here.” Erolith wouldn’t be found dead in a human city, especially not one with a bustling economy. He preferred the quiteness of the library walls of Haelunor where he didn’t have to deal with the stench of lesser beings invading his senses. He wondered if he had finally gone mad, ending up in a place like this. Oh well. “Not interested.” Erolith would reply in a curt manner, trying his very best to hide the scowl on his face. He bit down on his tongue, masking the disgust in his tone. He clearly got off at the wrong place.