An unfamiliar field, somewhere in Alerar. Rocks strewn randomly by wind and ruination. To the east, jagged peaks, marked by landslide and cannonade. Crumbling edifice in a ruined heartland. The land reminded the wanderer of the dark elf spirit; bitter, gruff, and resolved to war.Closed to Silence Sei.
“Trust the monks to put me here,” he grumbled.
He ran index fingers along the curves of his new ears, elongated and Fae compared to the elephantine protrusions of a previous life. He was an elf now, and though this was an elven land, he was far from being ‘home’. Alienated by age-old misconceptions between the two peoples, Raiaeran and Alerar, the wanderer turned on the spot to take in his surroundings.
“It’s like they’re punishing me.”
“You?” Ruby spat. “Don’t be absurd.” She bit her lip in contempt. The wanderer got that impression from her tone alone, never mind the tapping foot and folded arms. “You’re a clear conscience in a sea of sin.”
The wanderer turned to face south and the distant citadel. It stood at range’s end, impregnable, isolated, and triumphant. The wanderer wished its walls protected him, but Ruby Winchester’s wrath could slay gods; what good was brick and mortar?
“If that were true, I would not be here.” He turned back to face her, red hair ablaze, mocking her nomenclature. “You would not be here to watch me.” Doors a hundred feet away creaked open. “And he would not be here to torment my failures.” He pointed at his opponent.