The elves were busy talking amongst themselves, their voices creating a lively atmosphere in the village square.
But all the talking ceased the moment Eliron arrived. Dressed in traditional elven robes, his hair packed up high, courtesy of Yen, he exuded an aura of competence and unrivaled grace.
It had just been a few weeks since the village had experienced one of the worst attacks in decades.
Yet, he had managed to turn the village around in such a short time.
Although they were still a long way away from their goal, the elves could finally see a future where they did not have to live like slaves.
Eliron had more than proved his strength, and his potential was set to grow to even greater lengths.
Everyone stared at him with reverence, every elf having deep-rooted respect for him.
But he was not the only reason that the elves had gone quiet. Three stunning beauties had accompanied him to the square.
