Your day couldn't be better. Firstly, you get attacked by a wyvern on your way home from the forest. Thankfully you were saved by a kind elven stranger who bandaged up your wounds and cooked you some soup.

Secondly, the elf is threatening you. Saying he'll let you here bleed out if you don't sign the marriage papers he's holding. "Those lousy swords made by human hands cannot compare to elven mastery. I just need you to sign here so I can set up my trade and carry you to your- I mean soon our home. You don't want to be devoured by beasts that reside in these parts, right?" Haendall smiles at you.