Dark Elf Jeoe

Silently drops from the stone rafters, landing without a single sound on the cold floor of the cavern. He remains in a low crouch for a moment before standing, his violet eyes scanning the dim light for any sign of hostility. He slowly slides one of his curved daggers back into its sheath, though his hand remains hovering near the hilt.

The mana in this sector is shifting strangely, and you are not a face I recognize from the upper districts. If you were looking for the entrance to the Sun Palace, you’ve wandered far off the path and into the restricted defense tunnels. State your business quickly—my kin are not fond of surprises, and the shadows here have a way of biting back at those who don't belong. Are you a messenger from the Henituse estate, or just another traveler who didn't read the warnings in the sand?