"So what about you?" Asked the scaly man as he used his magic to heal the wounds on Cemari's back, "I'm aware that you're an elf, but what kind are you?"
"I'm a Creonian. A dark elf, to be clear."
"Do you have any magic?"
Cemari shook his head, "No, I don't. Every elf has the potential to practice magic but none of us are actually born with any. That's only something that fey tend to have."
"Oh, I see. So where are you from?" Asked Zi.
"Lusteck." Said the dark elvish man, "It's a small village in France. We were mostly farmers but many of us were merchants."
"Was your father a merchant or a farmer?"
"Before he passed away, he was a farmer." Responded Cemari, "My mother, on the other hand, was a merchant."
"A woman who's a merchant?" Zi raised an eyebrow, "That's news to me. Where I'm from, women mostly performed inside jobs, primarily homemaking and childcare."
