The elf's laugh was high, musical… wrong.
It shattered against the stone walls, reverberating until the air itself seemed to crawl. Cold followed in its wake. "That does nothing but sharpen my appetite… I want to gobble you up more." they purred, the words smooth as silk, sharp as teeth.
Their smile stretched just enough to mimic something pleasant… though pleasantness never belonged anywhere near that face.
The torchlight caught in the gleam of their eyes and made them seem to move of their own accord, glimmering and sliding in the shadow until the dance of flame and darkness made it impossible to tell where the light ended and began.
The stale dungeon air suddenly felt unnatural, as though something had slipped into the corners and was breathing with them.
The elf's hand came up slowly, deliberately, and their fingertip traced the pale skin of their own forearm where Keiser's sigils lay.
