If you’re looking to visit the sky elves, you have to go to Avryware. Good luck finding a way up to those floating islands. What? You’re here to visit us? Oh, I see.
Welcome to the Province of Elswhyre, home to the wood elves. Though, of all the places you could go in Elswhyre, why you chose to visit this tiny village of Aden is beyond me. If you were to just take a ride on horseback 50 miles in either direction you would see the capital cities of both Elswhyre and Gerere, land of the dwarves, the stingy little twerps.
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And no, we don’t sing our trees into those houses and shops. We use axes and saws just like every other sentient being on the continent.
I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Oskar Rey Ceallach, like Sea-Latch, grandson of the great hero Trystram, and son to the yeoman Cahir. However, everyone I know just calls me Rey. It means red, see, and it draws attention to the fact that I’m different from all the other graceful elves.
Most of my kind have long flowing brown hair that shimmers in the sun. Yeah, mine isn’t brown. It’s red. And I don’t mean dull red or natural, pretty red. I mean brilliant, obnoxious red that glows in the dark. To make matters worse, my eyes, instead of being a caring, deep brown color, are instead bright green. You could call it lime green, if you wanted. Anyway, I digress, you can just call me Rey.
Over there is a pretentious know-it-all, goody-two-shoes. He’s Kamron the baker. Don’t ever ask him for the crusts or ends of bread free of charge. He will flip his top. I personally think this is stingy and ungrateful, especially to me since I saved his life once. A sky elf vigilante confused him for a dragon thief a few years back. I still have the scars from a run in with his mount.
But let’s talk about you. You’re here about the rumor, aren’t you? Please don’t play dumb with me. You know what rumor I’m talking about. The one about the Draygone Prophecy. It claims two “brothers” are going to battle to rule the continent. One seeks to claim it and the skies for his own and the other just wants to protect the land. Well, I’ll tell you right now, I’m not the rory in the prophecy.
What does rory mean? Red King. Which is not me, so don’t look at me like that.
There is, however, a sky elf who might be the one trying to take over the world. I can’t recall his name … Ryder? No, not anything cool like that, though I hear his dragon, a little black Silver Tail, is named Ryder. Pretty puntastic, if you ask me.
Doug! That’s the elf’s name! Doug.
I’d watch out for him, he sounds dark and serious … Doug the Dark Lord.
It sounds ridiculous. I hope he decides to change it before taking over the continent. I certainly wouldn’t take him seriously with a name like Doug. I mean, imagine being on the battlefield waiting for the first arrow to sail through the air only to find out the commanding general of the opposing army is named Doug. I would double over laughing right there.
Oh, is that the time? Already? Look, I have to run. My father needs me to deliver an important package to Reme Balde in Gerere, and I still have to saddle up my horse, get my bow and quiver ready, as well as find the other half of my twin swords.
If you want, I could find someone to take you around.
No? Alright. Keep your nose clean!
Oh, and if you see an irritated dwarf meandering through the streets looking for me, tell him I’m gone for the week. He has a ruddy face and clean shaved, like most dwarves, with long blond hair.
See you.