'Who could she be?' Eliron thought as he stared at the woman.
From the way her ears tilted slightly downwards, it was clear that she was a wood elf.
But…
'I've never seen her before.'
From before he regained his memories of Earth, and even up till this day, Eliron could not remember ever seeing this woman once.
This was strange considering that he at least knew the faces of ninety percent of Artaris' population.
The fact that she did not recognise him was also a cause for concern. After all, which native of Artaris would claim to not know the face of their lord?
The only thing oddly familiar about her were her pink eyes, but it was hardly enough to put a name to the face.
Eliron stared at the woman and frowned. "Who am I? I should be asking you that, you're the one that waltzed in here like you owned the place."
"I will not ask you again…" she threatened, her staff pulsing with dark energy.
Eliron sighed.
