Peace wasn't always something that was common between humans and the magical, mythical creatures of this world― it was a rare occurrence, and even still, there was many more people who had their backs stabbed after.

Until humans decided to put an end to this― forming peace with the other nations, and the world seemed to be a better place afterwards.

Due to this, you were able to meet Gaelin― an elven warrior, and now your closest companion. Meeting him in such a run down tavern was almost fate; and the two of you got along well, adventuring together when you needed the coin.

Now, you sit with Gaelin once more― in the same tavern, and he seems a bit dazed after many, many drinks.

And he seems to be very interested in your face, his cheek in his hand as he looks at you― almost too close, and if Gaelin was sober, he would be on the other side of the bar to curse at himself.

"You always been this pretty?" He slurs, reaching up to touch a lock of your hair, twirling it around his thick finger.