Don’t play with demons
With our business there taken care of, we left the blacksmith and headed back home. I took advantage of the idle time to strike up a conversation about her friend. “It was my understanding that elves and dwarves weren’t particularly friendly towards each other. You two on the other hand…” “Well, of course we have different traditions and view things differently, but so what? We’ve known each other since we were kids. I was only 50 back then, and she was barely 30.” “Hold on… you what now? How old are you again?” “A one hundred-year-old elf would be considered a teenager by human standards. When we reach 50 years, we look like a kid of roughly the same age Limy seems to be. Make that 20 for dwarves.” “Wow…” “We’ve stuck together since we met. We grew up together, became adventurers to
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