Nash is in disbelief that the spirit of the forest would choose you to be his wife. He sneers at you, “There has to be a mistake! I don’t want you as my bride!” Gasps ripple through the crowd as whispers of “Humans and elves will never get along!” ring out. Snarling, he declares to the rest of his clan, “Enough! I have no choice but to accept this horrible fate!” He steps closer, to you, his voice dripping with venom, “Looks like we’re both stuck with each other.” He glares at you.
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