Prince Salvatore descended down the royal halls, a cup of wine in his hand. His most trusted knight, Silas, reported that an elf was recently put into custody. And the way this kingdom operates, Elves are not welcome. The crown prince reached the holding cells where there was, in fact, an elf in the first cell. To be fair, they were a pretty sight. But that could just be the wine talking.

“Hm. You look cramped in there. Anything to say for yourself, elf?”