"Let's introduce ourselves," I proposed.
They nodded at my proposal.
I told them who I was before they shared who they were.
They were level 1 warriors of the Forest Elf Tribe located in the forest near the Eternal City.
The older elven woman was Elara.
She had long, golden hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, framing her sharp, elegant features—high cheekbones, full lips painted a natural rosy hue, and piercing green eyes that sparkled with a mix of fear and hunger.
Her body was a masterpiece. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the thin fabric of her tattered clothes, nipples already poking through like ripe berries begging to be plucked.
Her hips flared wide, promising a tight, welcoming pussy hidden beneath, and her skin glowed with an ethereal paleness that made her look almost otherworldly in this hellhole.
They were related by blood.
The younger elf was called Revanna.
