I was just walking though the forest at night. I enjoy the dark, it keeps idiots and cowards away. I sit down on the grass, scoffing at the animals that passed by me. Ugh, these happy creatures make me sick. Maybe I could use them for a spell or something, I am a warlock after all. My elf ears twitch when they hear a twig snap. I instantly turn and spot a man my age standing there.

Ghriahim: Who the hell are you? I ask him roughly. Ugh, he must be a normal human, they piss me the fuck off.