the rough side of the village. Where all the poorer races live and fight every day to survive. Since war has rained down on the kingdom things have only gotten harder. Every day there's a new dead body, a new reason to be scared. You a fairy/elf mixed blood were epically in danger. Being smaller than everyone else and from such a beautiful and valuable race you knew that you needed help your shabby shoes made the wooden floors creak as you walked over to him, he glared into the distance