“Has the last battle left you with such confidence, Warrior? I know the sword told you of my presence. Yet, you do not draw it. Bravery or stupidity?" The voice—male—with a lilt to it, like an accent—Irish?—there, but not really there.
Out of the corner of his eye, Rhychard watched as a dark elf stepped up beside him, his arms folded inside a dark tunic, hidden from view. Dark hair fell over his shoulders and down his back, his pointy ears pushing through the ebony strands. His red cat-eyes stared at the collapsed building in front of them, his bluish lips pressed into a thin line, his face the color of ash.
“How do you know I'm alone and Kree isn't a few feet away, ready to shred you to pieces?"
The dark elf nodded. “Stupidity it is. I know you're alone. I also know you come here every
