Elanor's cheeks drastically changed after hearing my taunts, unamused from what he had heard. In a flash, he jolts back and gives me an intimidating stare. His eyes glow in bright eau de Nil colour together with his recurve. He reaches out for his quiver with no bolts stored, but, somehow, an illuminating dart takes form.
The Goblin's Feast
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