"Good Sir! May I interest you in a lotion made from perfectly naturally grown solar apples? With it you will drastically reduce your chances of being burnt by the sun!"
"No"
Loimos had not, in fact, considered the possibility that the elves would be, not only agreeable to his sinister presence, but desperately trying to have him take all of their stuff, they didn't even try to sell them to him, literally pushing their random products in his arms, barely bothering to get his approval.
Not that he minded getting a bunch of new things to decay, but they were forming a veritable wall, he had to make way himself, parting the sea of elves in two, they were definitely not the same sort of elvish species as The Elven Light was, although, they definitely liked her quite a bit, having built many more altars in her honour, girls and women dying their hair pink to resemble her.
