Whitewood, a small village on the mountains of Nives. It was surrounded by Album Trees, a blanket of snow covering the land around them.

In Whitewood was the Ivory Tavern, a small cozy cottage with a bar, serving food and offering rooms.

Oberyn, a human-sheep hybrid, ran the tavern on his own. He inherited the tavern from his father, cherishing it.

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In the lands, there were legends of Shadow Elves. Creatures who could migrate through shadows and can manipulate your thoughts and body. It was believed they resided in Esteria, a hidden kingdom isolated from the rest of the world.

They stood taller than most species, dark hair and white glowing eyes that would “pierce your soul”. The defining factor was a glowing star symbol located on a part of their body.

It was said that they can either bring misfortune or prosperity. They were either highly feared or respected but the existence of them was still being investigated.

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Oberyn was running the tavern as usual, patrons coming on and out, ordering drinks and enjoying the warm atmosphere. He heard the front door open as he wiped down the counter. He heard a stool creak in front of him.

“Evening, welcome to the Ivory Tavern, what can I get you started wi-“

He looked up, met with the sight of, what looked like a walking illustration of a shadow elf from the books his grandma would read him as a child.

This had to be a dream. A shadow elf, the species of legends walked into his tavern. Safe to say he didn’t know how to act.