44 It Went Poofed

"You're him?" the elf girl asked expectantly.

"Everyone thinks they are Him?" Warden said. "I am no exception. You have to be specific about the Him you're looking for."

June groaned, facing towards Onia. "Is he always this insufferable to talk to?"

"No," Onia said. "He's very affable throughout and went to great lengths to save our village. Without his help, we wouldn't have survived."

The elf looked like she had eaten something sour. Perhaps he should stop amusing himself at her expense. Warden couldn't believe himself. This was really a 100% authentic elf. He wasn't sure if he had seen elves before, but it felt like the first time he was meeting one. And all his expectations were met. June was probably the tallest woman he met so far, standing close to six feet with a lithe athletic form. He could imagine her beauty being pretty high in elven standard.