At present, in the colony of the Dark Elves, the tavern which was normally pretty empty in the day time was unusually buzzing with activity as the shouts were being heard even from afar.
Loud enough to attract more of the Dark Elves who wondered if there was actually a brawl going on in there or something.
Amid the brute looking Dark Elves there was a young man who by his clothes would look like a refined nobleman but with the way his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were blazing, anybody could surmise that he had drank beyond his limits. Moreover, in between the throng of Dark Elves, he was the only human.
"Hey!" One of the tall and well-muscled Dark Elves spoke leaning over to the intoxicated young man.
"You're going to far."
There was an edge in the elf's voice as he spoke and the human man, Davian Montaire met his gaze.
"I'm not. It's the truth."
"Stop fooling around!"
"Yeah, it's obvious you're bluffing!"
