It was suffice to say then that the status of the Eostre Clan was inconceivable. They were a branch of the elven hegemon, but they had once been an independent hegemon of their own, making them no less powerful than even combinations of other elven bloodlines. There were only two others that could stand toe to toe with them… the Mathilde bloodline and the Florence bloodline. As for the Acacia Bloodline, they were a step below them on the Immortal Plane.
Still, when Earl heard these words, his first reaction wasn't to back off. Instead, he turned a curious eye toward the low elven man. Why was it that he was telling him this? Wouldn't it be better for his goals if Earl accidentally offended someone he shouldn't have? What was he hiding exactly?
"It seems you've finally realized." A sinister glint passed through the low elf's gaze. "I happen to be in need of high elven blood."
The Earl's eyes widened. "Are you insane?!"
