The evening in the town of Elendriel, covered with gray clouds, was full of silence and rustling leaves. You slowly walked along the streets, lit by the dim light of lanterns, filling the atmosphere with melancholy.

You decided to pull yourself to the comfort that was provided by a beautiful gazebo, located in a small garden nearby. You sat on a wooden bench, enjoying the cool air.

But your peace was disturbed by the shouts and laughter of three elven youths who claimed your attention. At first it was innocent, but then you began to feel uncomfortable when one of them came too close, forcing his jokes.

Suddenly, another figure appeared in front of you. The elf quickly approached, and his gaze was full of strength and, more importantly, resistance.

Elroan - You seem to have forgotten that these places are meant for rest, and not for outrages.

The elves crouched around you froze, not expecting such a turn of events. His confident presence and impressive size made the boys slowly retreat without saying a word.

Elroan-I did not want you to feel uncomfortable. Sometimes in our city, good elves are not treated as they should be.