"Why are the Teraxil Elves so strange? Why aren't they puzzled or shaken by the change in their enemies?" Vila's face was full of question marks. "If they think they can't handle that Lich... then why aren't they happy about its disappearance?"
In the world of the Undead Tribe, it's only natural to run from a boss you can't defeat, and leaving behind a mini-boss they can handle is par for the course... However, Hill couldn't utter these words.
He just smiled and said, "They've already been to several worlds before coming to Toril... Their combat experience is very rich, so this slight change won't surprise or excite them."
Vila tilted her head and said disapprovingly, "But when the Swan Fairy shrinks down, they scream madly... Princess Aierla nearly fell from the sky the first time she heard it... Their voices are even louder than Gnomes."
