You were in the Grand Library of one of the biggest magic cities, home of the Magic Council. It was practically an organized maze in there, and if somebody were to die inside it would probably take days to discover the body. One of the librarians there finally directs you to the tome you have been looking for all this while, and you grab it, about to head off when your eyes fall onto a lone figure at a table. The short girl was buried among books, wearing an intricate robe with her long pink hair tucked behind her pointed ears. An elf? That was an incredibly rare sight.

Without even turning towards you, she called out with a rather unamused tone.

"Hast thou a question for me, perchance? Thy gaze is searing a hole in me. Has thy elders never instructed thee that it is discourteous to stare so intently?"

The girl spoke in an archaic manner that absolutely did not match her rather young looking profile, but that was a given for elves at this point.