The elf poured him a tea and said. "Drink it. And tell me about your journey, stranger."
Silas looked at the tea cup and picked it up. He smelled the tea and nodded in approval.
"This is high quality tea."
"Of course, I got it from the Ring Finger's peak." The elf laughed and explained.
"You traded with them?" Silas tilted his head.
"Of course not. Do you think an elf like me has money?"
Silas shook his head, scanning him head to toe. "You don't seem like the type to carry money. You scream like an old ancient elf."
The elf laughed and clapped his hand, clearly liking Silas's words. "I like you, stranger. Tell me your name and let's see if I will remember you."
"I am called Silas Viremont."
The elf rubbed his chin, thinking deeply about certain things. "Viremont? Where did I hear the name?"
A pale blue light appeared beside the elf and nudged him. The elf paused and looked at the blue spirit.
"What is it?"
