Two bodies in varying levels of decomposition, that is to say, one near-dead, and one now almost skeletal, lay in front of the gates of the most blessed Elven nation. One of which, seemingly still living, a Mali'Ker, is in an awful state of disrepair. Cauterized wounds mark the places where his hands and feet once were, armor like that of a Dread Knight, over-sized and gargantuan on such a small elf, strapped upon him. Screaming may be heard barely from the man as, without any effect, his mouth tries to vocalize. His eyes, too, if examined, are missing. Though both are scarred beyond close recognition.
The other man, that which is simply bones, seems to have been eaten. Picked clean, with some small scabs of meat atop. Two elven ears are put atop like a small piece of celery on pasta. They are pale, and high-elven. On the armor of the Dark Elf, written in dried blood, lay the following words: "Curiosity killed the cat."