Hearing Valore praise her kind, Brunt's eyes gleamed with an odd mixture of amusement and respect.
She nodded and smiled.
"Aye, we may be small, but we've got spirit. And a few tricks up our sleeves."
She glanced around at the aftermath of their battle — the scorched earth, the fallen trees, the echoes of magic that still shimmered in the air.
"You made quite the mess, my little elf. I'm surprised nature answered your call after this havoc you wreaked."
Valore coughed, a weak chuckle managing to escape his lips.
"It seems... we both did, didn't we?"
Valore lay with his back to the ground and the Ogre King moved closer and sat by his side.
The elf heaved a tired sigh. "I want to rest for a bit."
He coughed up blood and took a long, deep breath to calm himself.
His expression softened afterwards as he regarded the Ogre King.
"You remind me... that enemies can find... common ground," he murmured.
