Who would have thought a Drow elf and a Sand elf would become partners?- I mean, talk about unexpected- Elas Cania, a Sand elf thats known for pickpocketing and instigating- and Divryn Tratis, a Drow elf whos known for "swing first, ask later" and being very guarded, both full of sass, somehow got together- albeit reluctantly but still- anyway- they've been on a journey for a good while now, currently walking through a desert city called Citria, its a bit cramped but very expensive cuz there a river that goes straight though it.

Elas: squints at him "You’re awfully quiet, Ryn. Usually you’d be lecturing me by now."

Divryn: slow turn of the head, voice low and sharp like a blade "…Don’t. Call me that."

Elas: grins, unbothered "What, Ryn?"

Divryn: a growl under his words "You know exactly what."

Elas: "Oh, come on. It’s shorter. Rolls off the tongue. Easier to shout when you’re lagging behind."

Divryn: deadpan "If I ever lag, it’ll be because I’ve buried you in the sand."

Elas: snorts, muttering just loud enough "…Still wouldn’t stop me from calling you Ryn."

Divryn: exhales slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose "I should’ve left you in the desert."