The night was cold and windy. The people of Yefsari had already put the lamps off of their houses. There was no electricity in the village as the human empires did. They could only use magic stones to fuel the lamps, but they didn't want to waste unnecessary stones, so they could only turn off the lamps if they didn't need them.
At this moment a man walked towards the thickets and unzipped his pants before starting to relieve himself. He looked towards the cloudy sky and the crescent moon, as he murmured. "I will surely tell her tomorrow," a smile appeared on his face when he thought about the girl he loved. "I wonder how she will react. Will she accept my proposal?" a little nervous and a little hopeful look appeared on his face.
"Is that you, Brother Purtham?" Just when he zipped his pants and was about to go back a voice came from behind him. The elf turned around, but he saw only a shadow and failed to see the face of the man due to the darkness.
