"Lauren, it does not work like that. The elf has the right to who their master will be, and this poor girl needs to be fed first and clothed," Gillian explained to Lauren, who became sad because he had always said he would get the privilege to choose a servant to serve him. Gillian turned her attention back to the elf leaning helplessly towards her.
"From which coven are you from?" Gillian tried to ask the question again, but the poor elf fainted in her hands. She took her in her arms and carried her into her office, and laid her on a small body coach. And performed a healing ritual, and immediately, she woke up gasping for air. Looking around the room as if looking for someone.
"Where am I?" she asked in a tiny voice.
