"If vortex beast escapes, we all die. Elf and goblins too. Fire spreads to the East settlements, many humans die too...elf be dead, what become of elf's dying brother?" The goblin reminded.
The elf fell quiet, unable to come up with any retort but it was clear the words of the goblin had touched him at a sore spot and his ever calm aura shifted in the slightest.
Elves were beings of nature and practiced the arts of tranquility and a stable state of mind, they did not seek for wealth or wordly pleasures but were given to the cause of enriching the forest with their magic whilst the forest did the same for them.
They lived interdependent with nature in their secluded forests and rarely ever got involved in any other affairs, their countenance was always calm and serene,
Weylyn had met a few elves before and so she knew what their personality was like, it was precisely why they were the only tribe Weylyn regarded to be somewhat dependable.
