"Mithril Relics?" Alaric muttered curiously. "Excuse me, sir and madams. But what kind of Mithril Relics are you interested in?"
A female elf, middle aged, wearing a circlet made out of intertwined wood, stepped forward.
"Take a guess," she said.
Once Alaric took a closer look at the Elves, he realized that his question couldn't be any more pointless. Every single Elf had a bow strapped behind them, all of them a Mithril Relic of varying quality.
So, it was very easy to guess what kind of Mithril Relic they were searching for.
One of the male Elves with tanned skin with a muscular stature walked up and bowed.
"You are within the presence of the Ethereal Farren," he said, gesturing towards the middle-aged woman next to him.
