In a land surrounded by the forest and the warm allure of nature, a certain race thrived.
These pointy-eared beings lived their lives peacefully, enjoying the herbs and fruits that nature blessed them with—sticking to the healthiest lifestyle they could think of.
Every once in a while, once any of the beasts they coexisted with neared the end of their lifespan, they were allowed to painlessly end its life and share the flesh as a community. It was the only time they ate meat.
They lived this way, enjoying their primitive lifestyle of tending to the vast forest around them, associating with the beasts, brewing potions, developing runes, telling stories, and simply enjoying their mundane lives.
This was the Elven way of life.
The Elves never cared for the fact that they were sitting atop a pile of extremely valuable resources known as mineral ores—or the fact that the lush trees around them were useful as wood. No, their simple lives didn't need those extraneous things.
