"Huh?" Eleanor stopped in her tracks.
"What?" Anso said.
"Yup, that's correct. I sense something in Anso. So i'll be willing to teach her until I find it." Said Lizar.
""HUH?! B-But we can't trouble you to do that! You protected this village for 4 centuries!" Eleanor panicked.
"It's fine, It's fine. I am the one suggesting it after all."
While Lizar and Eleanor talked Anso was thinking.
'Wait... d-did she just say 4 centuries?????' thought Anso. "Well it's elves after all...."
"Anso, are you okay with that?" Eleanor asked.
"Huh what?"
"Do you want to be the disciple of Lizar?"
"Sure I guess."
"It's going to be a looong commitment."
"I still wanna do it."
"...Ok i'll allow you. Rar for sure would agree so I guess you could go during the weekends."
So after all the ordeal was done, (Rar is still unconscious) Anso asked a question about Lizar.
"How old is Lizar?"
"Mmmmm.... we don't know for sure, but hes about... 700 years old?"
"Whoa, how long do elves usually live for?"
"Like 800 years, maybe 900?"
"That's a long time, doesn't the elf population get really big though?"
" Well that would be true, but it's hard for elves to have children."
"Why?"
"I don't know, you should ask Lizar."
"Ok."
Anso was lazing around when she heard Rar groan. Anso ran to the bed.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Huh? oh it's you, what happened to the beast?"
"Lizar killed it."
"Oh him huh? Anyways, can you get your mom for me?"
"Sure."
Anso got Eleanor and watched as Eleanor and Rar started talking to each other excitedly. Anso waited for the weekends.