"This is all the fault of those humans."
She spoke aloud, her voice carrying with it a twinge of irritation that cut through the thick silence.
The remaining three elves turned to glance at her. One of them sat atop a rock, her eyes glinting with a mechanical intelligence—sharp, focused and unsettling.
The second was seated on the ground, her back rested against the very same tree where the first elf perched above, silent as a shadow. And the last, veiled, sat on an opulent velvet chair—its presence jarringly conspicuous on a harsh forest trail like this.
They all stared at her for a long, wordless moment before turning their gazes away, uninterested or unmoved.
The only one still pacing finally spoke. His boots thudded softly against the earth, a restless rhythm to match his tone.
"If you still dislike humans so much, then why're you even here?"
She scoffed and retorted without missing a beat.
"It's not my fault elven men are so hard to find."
