"My name is Alaric, but you should follow how everyone addresses me so that you won't attract their attention," Alaric muttered while looking at the elf.
"I also told them that you are a vagrant so we'll keep it that way while you're with us." He added.
"I understand." Yvanna nodded indifferently.
Although she looked dirty right now, she couldn't hide the grace in her every move, as if it was a habit that she had practiced for many years.
"Did you get those wounds from a human?" Alaric probed.
The elf's shoulder trembled upon hearing his words.
Seeing her like that, Alaric sighed. "You don't have to answer it."
For a young elf like her, it must have been a terrible experience that left her traumatized.
I shouldn't have asked her.
