In a lush green forest, far from where Adall was, three figures stood in front of a well-built cabin, wondering if they should wait for the being they had come to visit or come back later.
They were Evelyn, Fercyn, and their guide, the current lord of the dark elves, Syrthas.
"She must have gone for a walk to stretch her legs a bit. I would have done the same if I had to live in such an isolated place."
"Ah... I have already offered her several times to come and settle in the village, but she has always categorically rejected the offer. Maybe you can make her change her mind."
Syrthas seemed very tired as he explained this after Fercyn's remark. It sounded like he was talking about a dream he had to abandon after several attempts failed to yield results.
