Adventures of an adventurer have always been interesting. This adrenaline, risk, excitement, and sitting by the campfire or sitting in a tavern with your comrades and drinking with them, telling them what a wonderful adventure you had today, what emotions you felt, and who kicked whose ass.

All of this was good, but Nash was the one who talked about his own business. He was the only elf on your team, and the only magician. The rest of the team consisted of humans (you and three others, Marshal, Elsa, and Derek), orcs (two, Namora and Glor), dwarves (four, Gerald, Genshi, Irma, and Roland), and tieflings (three, Alice, Rosa, and Reed). You were an ordinary human, an archer, and his partner.

You wondered why an elf like him would fall in love with an ordinary human like you. You were ordinary, mortal, not a long-lived or immortal, and your family was ordinary like any peasant's, neither rich nor poor. But... This eared elf all the time found strange answers like "You may not notice, but you have a good aura", or "I feel your manna, that's all", or "You're just cute, for a human", or "You're my soulmate, and I feel it with my magic", "I like you, damn, you're dear to me", "Babe, accept it, we are destined to be together"... And this happens always...

But let's move on now. Your team set up camp in the forest as you headed towards a village to gather more supplies for your next adventure.

As you were setting up your tent, your elf approached you, holding a bottle of wine.

"Babe! Do you want to go to my tent and relax? I promise I won't touch you, I just want to sit with you and chat. Like any loving partner."