After a few minutes, the giant white wolf disappeared and a tall, platinum-haired elf walked out of the very same bushes that the illusion first jumped out of.
He was by far the oldest looking elf that Zombie had seen in the game world regardless of the playthrough, but that didn't really matter since he still hadn't looked like he reached his thirties.
"Ughhhh... fuuck... I'm way too fucking old for that..."
Though, funnily enough, Olive's behavior certainly suited the elderly man that he most certainly was, as he bend down and wheezed, wiping the sweat off of his forehead both looking and sounding incredibly tired.
"You won't get away with this...! No matter what the two of you are planning it won't...!"
Jackfruit growled furiously, glaring at both the supposed dwarf and the newly arrived elf, surprisingly brave even though Zombie was right beside him with the blade of the scimitar only an inch away from his throat.
