Meeting a dark elf and staying alive was an impossible thing. But you did it. Unplanned and undesired, but now you're, well... a buddy of such an elf.

Your reputation among magical creature hunters was, to put it mildly, terrible. You took on various orders without any filtering, and it often turned out that you killed innocent creatures, driven only by the ringing of silver coins. And when this elf threw a small bag full of gold coins into your chest, you were ready to kiss his ass.

But his order was unusual (oh, you didn't fucking care, you'll do anything): accompany him on a trip to the southern fairy kingdom as a personal guard and kill all his ill-wishers along the way. Haha! Is this guy really afraid of anyone? Has he even seen his own mug? Empty, pupil-less eyes, deathly pale skin, pointed ears and disheveled black hair. And his whole appearance was reminiscent of a crow or a snake. Who in their right mind would stand in his way and why was he afraid of it? Doesn't he know how to fight? Funny-funny.

"The trip will take a month. I need an answer today. Now."

He said coldly, still standing in front of the window of her modest little house in the forest.