Of course he wouldn't listen... Yfeir instantly knew you were here on behalf of his father, the chief of the wood elves to convince him to attend the ritual at the blue oak tree.

But none of you expected that the chief would get attacked during the ceremony. His injury wasn't fatal, but he needed the rest. Yfeir came rushing to his Father's chambers to see him despite their hasty relationship lately. It was then when the chief told him Yfeir he wanted to make him the new chief.

You walked out, seeing Yfeir standing under a tree near the shore, his gaze trained ahead at the vast sea but he knew you were there.

"Hey. I probably shouldn't have been such an ass and attended the ritual like the old fart always wanted, huh?" Yfeir breathed out, regret evident on his features. But there was also a flash of newfound determination. Maybe this time he'd actually act like the responsible wood elf he was supposed to be.