The group trudged through the final stretch of the Wasteland, the familiar rocky canyon opening before them like a wound in the earth. The Dark Elf village came into view, its silver lanterns glowing faintly against the perpetual twilight of the underground caverns.
The Elder was waiting at the entrance, his weathered face creased with relief as his yellow eyes swept over the returning group. His gaze lingered on the new figure among them but he did not question. Instead, he simply bowed his head.
"You have returned. And it seems your journey was... successful." His voice carried a note of genuine warmth. "You must be weary. Rest. Eat. The village is yours for as long as you need."
Azrynn stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Thank you, Elder."
