Erthenia

The elf ate some soup, chewed a piece of bread, and washed it down with a local drink that he didn't particularly like, after which he pointed downwards. -From the dungeons. To the north.

- And what's down there, is it cool? - The interlocutor carefully examined the newcomer, paying special attention to his unusual skin and hair. - Why are you so dark? Is the sun scorching down there?

-Hey, but I didn't want to waste my question! What about my future?

- People and non-humans speak their own will, and what they say cannot be taken back.