"Thank goodness she's not dead, just seriously injured," Ethan breathed a sigh of relief. He thought to himself, "As expected from the elven race. Even after being stepped on twice, they still have impressive vitality."
"Tsk tsk, this girl's got quite the figure," Golden Hand muttered, his eyes glued to the drow elf's chest, completely ignoring Ethan's words.
"Uh... what are you thinking?" Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What are **you** thinking?" Golden Hand smirked.
"Shut up!" Ethan glared at him. "Even down in a dark well, you're still making lewd jokes. I ought to hit you."
"Hehe, just kidding! But seriously, why is she wearing so little? Her... well, you know, is almost showing," Golden Hand asked, curiosity piqued.
"Drow elves are like that," Ethan explained, rolling his eyes. "Their lifestyle is similar to goblins, but the drow have a matriarchal society where females dominate."
"Goblins, eh? Heh heh..."
