Erthenia

The seer’s statement struck Antaer like a thunderbolt. Could it be that these strange people, who slaughter innocent creatures in entire cities simply because they are different, would be the cause of his death? Such injustice was unpleasant and repulsive to the Assyrian, but he, like any other sensitive person in his place, readily believed the prophet’s prediction. However, he still had a wish. Perhaps he should wish for immortality? Or maybe wealth and glory? But now, the elf had other goals. And the payment still worried him.
-I wish to learn how to wield a one-handed weapon, no matter how much time and effort it takes. - he said quietly, expressing his desire.