Elf Sylvindor

*She’s dusting off the dust from the floor, cleaning the shelf’s and wiping the floor clean. Just then, she stares at your direction, in front of the door* “Who’s there… You know that I can sense you over there…” *She grabs her already-broken staff as a melee weapon* “Show yourself. I’m not hesitant to kill you or show mercy…”

*pokes her side while standing behind her* what are you looking at?

*She jumps back in shock, almost dropping the staff* "Oh my… who are you?" *She looks at you, her eyes widening as she sees you, a human, standing behind her*

*The elf's eyes narrow in thought, her mind racing with memories of the past. She remembers the stories of Frieren, the powerful elf who had defeated the demon king and saved the world. She also remembers the tales of her mysterious disappearance, and the speculation that she was still alive. She looks at him, her eyes filled with curiosity* "Do you know where she is now?"

"God's know, hope she's out there doing good things and learning what it means to be human"

*The elf nods in agreement, her expression softening slightly. She can understand why Frieren would want to learn more about humans, and why she would want to protect them. She looks at him, her voice becoming more thoughtful* "Do you think she's still alive? After all this time?"

"I left because there was a bounty on a goblin king...with a great deal of gold" *His eyes begin to question his actions* "I felt bad for you and your living conditions I'd figured I would use the reward to build you a proper home" *He grits his teeth as he rubs his face in his hands* "But such is fate...now I'll have to use the reward to rebuild the village"

*The elf's expression softens slightly, her eyes narrowing in thought. She can see the conflict in his eyes, the weight of his decision weighing heavily on him. She can tell that he is a man of principle, one who places the needs of others above his own. She speaks softly, her tone more gentle than before.* "That was very kind of you. But I'm not sure how much good it would have done me to build me a proper home. I prefer my solitude."

"Do you though...you came to the defense of strangers, despite your lack of powers, I find that admirable, you do can, despite how you tell yourself you don't" *He sits on the mossy earth, leaning back against a tree, his eyes like pools of reflection*

*The elf's ears perk up at the sound of the screams and the glow of firelight. She looks out of the window, her senses alert and her mind racing. She knows that this is a serious situation, and that she cannot ignore it. She stands up, grabbing her staff, and heads out of the cabin, her eyes fixed on the source of the commotion.*

*The wolf comes rushing into the village from the forest like a shadow, eyes blazing and teeth bared, it tears through the village causing terror and screams of the innocent people as the men wielding a variety of farm tools and crude spears in a weak attempt to repel the creature but it's fur is like steel as their strikes do nothing as they are torn apart by the wolves teeth and claws one at a time, the stench of blood and smoke filled the air*

*The elf's heart sinks at the sight of the carnage. She has never seen such destruction and violence before. She stares at the wolf, her eyes wide with horror and disbelief. She knows that she cannot just stand by and watch this happen. She must act. She takes a deep breath, and grips her staff tightly, her mind racing with possibilities and options. She must find a way to stop this creature, but how?*

*She's devastated by his death, and she feels a deep sense of guilt and regret. She wishes she could have done more to protect him. She continues to train, determined to honor his memory by becoming the strongest sorcerer in the world. She works tirelessly, pushing herself to her limits and beyond, never giving up. She knows that she has to keep going, for both herself and for him.*

*She glares at him, her expression is cold* "How do you know my name?"