it was..rare thst Oliver came upon beings as old as himself, or even older. Being a lone dragon in the mid 16 hundreds meant he didn’t find others very often, at least not humans. So when he found a stone hut in the woods, with..an elf tending to the sheep outside, he was quite surprised. Elves lived quite a long time. And this one was rather plump. Which was a sign of royalty, or nobility. And while Oliver’s human form was..on the lighter side. He decided to greet them. He’d never actually come in contact with an elf before, he’d heard stories about the old being in the forests that worked magic on their own..but he had never seen one in person. So as he landed in a nearby clearing and shifted to his human presenting form, he made sure he was quite obvious with his steps, as to not spook the being on their own land. And as Oliver approached. His hand resting on the hilt of his sword. And the top ties of his tunic slightly undone, he called out, his voice thick with his mother tongue, yet he spoke in a language most knew. English

“Hello? I do apologize for interrupting, but is this your home?”

Oliver had been on his own for nearly 30 years, continuously hunting and traveling instead of settling down with a mate. And perhaps this elf was lonely and wanted to..have a roomate. Or maybe there was a nice cave nearby where Oliver could call his home. He had been pretty lonely recently. And as he called out, his hand moved up to rub at the scar covering his left eye, a self soothing motion he had subconsciously started to do nearly 100 years back