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"Do we know each other?" Amberser asked curiously.
Aldalian walked up to Amberser with a dark expression and whispered, "Tiflin's Kingdom of Impure Hymns, Red River Town..."
"Red River Town?"
A distant memory stirred in Amberser from before he became a Lich.
Back then, the Youth Magic Potion wasn't expensive; one bottle could last over thirty years.
It was in this place that he had a great battle with a Drow Elf, from the bed to the floor, ultimately killing the Drow Elf in self-defense.
It wasn't a big deal, and Amberser would have forgotten all about it if Shael hadn't mentioned it was Rose's Chosen of God.
But why would this Elf lad bring up Red River Town? What do Drow Elves have to do with High Elves?
"We met two hundred years ago?" Amberser inquired.
"No, it was over four hundred years ago!" Aldalian said, suppressing his anger.
