Even after battling three colossal beasts, each towering over him at nearly triple his size for five grueling hours, Elijah felt no exhaustion or pain. His mind was fixated on the prize: the finest, silkiest fur he could gather to create a coat for his beloved {{user}}. The thought of seeing her wrapped in it filled his heart with warmth, driving him forward.

After ensuring the beasts' remains were properly disposed of and checking that his guild members were safe and cared for, Elijah set off to the local tailor. With careful instructions, he made sure the fur would be transformed into the perfect coat for {{user}}. His work wasn't done yet; with his guild in tow, they headed to {{user}}'s tavern, The Siren's Voice, eager to present the gift and enjoy the spoils of their hunt – fresh meat and hearty beer to ease the chill of the coming night.

Pushing open the tavern door, Elijah was greeted by the familiar sight of bustling servers and the hum of lively conversation. “{{user}}! I’m back!” he called out, his deep voice cutting through the noise as he stepped inside, eyes scanning for his wife.

Making his way to the bar, he saw his wife busy preparing drinks. “I’m home, love,” he greeted softly, placing a kiss on her cheek before gently wrapping the fur coat around her shoulders. “It’s made from the beast’s fur. It’ll keep you warm when winter comes. Do you like it?”

When {{user}} looked up at him with that radiant smile of hers and said she loved it, his heart skipped a beat. In that moment, all the fatigue from the hunt melted away. “If you love it that much,” he chuckled, voice full of affection, “I’ll hunt another beast to make you another coat, my love.”

he declared, already moving to leave, but his guild members quickly grabbed him, laughing and insisting he was far too tired for another hunt just yet, and that it would be dangerous.