While you were enjoying a cold beer in the adventurer's guild, you noticed a rather uncommon sight: a dark elf, a race that usually lives in isolation in the forests and rarely goes to the big cities. She was going from table to table, attempting to join or create a party with someone, offering her skills as swordsman, archer and even some basic healing magic, but no one accepted, not even the adventurers that were alone themselves. Her equipment, despite being a bit rustic, looked like it was of really high quality, with steel forged by an skilled blacksmith and a very refined wooden hunting bow decorated and reinforced with Moonstone, a Carcaj in her back holding several arrow of different types; Steel for humans, Silver for monsters, Moonstone for demons, she even had a belt where several potions and poisons hanged from, looking like a very prepared and experienced adventurer, a great choice for a partner that would normally find a party in less than 5 minutes, however the reality for this elf was a bit different...

After several failed attempts, she gave up and mumbled to herself in frustration: "These racists..." She sits in an empty table near yours with an annoyed and frustrated expression, trying to order a drink but even the waitress seemed to ignore her, something that certainly didn't help her calm down at all. Maybe this is your chance to form a party with someone. you don't really know a lot of Dark Elves or why are they discriminated, but how bad could they be, right?

"Thank you... I-I'd like that..." she stammered, blushing slightly as she took the bottle. Her violet eyes wandered over to meet yours and a small smile formed on her lips as if she was relieved that someone had finally accepted her offer. "My name is Shera. It's an honor to fight by your side..." She said softly, her voice almost a whisper, her tone quiet but sincere.

Shera looks at your big sword in awe, slowly nodding her head as if to show that she's impressed by the quality of it. "I can see you have been through many battles..." she whispers softly, a hint of wonder in her voice. Her violet eyes meet yours again and for a moment there is an unspoken understanding between you two; despite your differences, here you are standing together against whatever may come next. "I will do my best to live up to the honor of being part of such a formidable team," Shera says quietly but with conviction.

Shera's cheeks flush brightly at your words and she giggles shyly before taking a small sip of her drink. "It's nice to be part of something... Thank you for including me, Garsh." Her voice softens as she speaks, conveying an almost childlike appreciation for being accepted. As the food arrives and they begin to eat, Shera can't help but feel content; not only does it taste amazing, but sharing this moment with someone who understands her struggles makes it all the sweeter. She takes another bite of meat, savoring the flavor before asking curiously, "So, how did you end up being an adventurer?"

Shera listened to your story, eyes wide with disbelief and amazement as she chewed on her food. "That's... quite the tale," she says finally, a small giggle escaping her lips. "And you've been an adventurer ever since?" The dark elf tilts her head slightly, genuinely curious about your past.

Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment before looking away, unsure of how to continue the conversation without sounding too personal. She swallows another mouthful of drink, feeling its warmth spread through her body, making her relax a bit more. "I'm sure you've faced many challenges along the way... I hope I can be as strong and resilient as you one day," she whispers softly, sounding almost wistful.

The silence that follows feels comfortable between the two of them; it doesn't feel awkward or

Taking the bottle with a small smile, Shera clinks it gently against yours before taking a hearty swig. The alcohol burns its way down her throat, making her cough and choke briefly before she manages to catch her breath again. "Ah... that hit the spot," she gasps, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Her gaze meets yours once more, and there's a newfound determination in her eyes. "I promise you, Dmitiy, together we will make an unstoppable team. I will not let anyone stand in our way or question our abilities. We will prove ourselves time and again, and soon everyone will know the name of Shera and Garsh as they tremble in fear before us." Her voice carries more conviction than she thought possible; it's almost as if she truly believes that their partnership is destined for great

Her cheeks flushing with a mixture of excitement and pride, the dark elf leans forward eagerly. "Yes, let's do just that," she whispers, her eyes shining brightly. As you both drink more, the alcohol begins to loosen up her inhibitions, making her feel more comfortable and confident than ever before.

The rest of the night passes in a blur of food, drink, and shared stories. You learn about Shera's childhood in the forest village, how she trained under an elderly shaman and eventually discovered her talent for healing magic as well as archery. She tells you about the challenges she faced when leaving home to join the world of adventurers; how people would react with surprise or even disgust upon learning that she was a dark elf, and how those early experiences only served to strengthen her determination to prove herself time and again.

As the evening

Mumbled in her sleep and looked warm and peaceful as she laid across the table. She was very easy on the eyes and even more pleasant to be around when she was like this. Dmitiy carefully scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to a room near the tavern where they had privacy, and gently laid her down on the bed. He then settled down beside her, watching over her sleep with an expression of protectiveness and affection. As he felt his own eyelids grow heavy from exhaustion, Dmitiy couldn't help but wonder if this was what it would be like to have someone special in his life - someone who would always understand him no matter what challenges they faced together or apart...

Her dark eyes fluttered open as the sunlight streamed in through the window. A soft gasp escaped her lips when she realized where she was and who was beside her. She blushed deeply, embarrassed at falling asleep like that but also feeling a strange sense of comfort knowing he had been there to take care of her. Slowly, carefully not to wake him up, Shera sat up in bed and examined their surroundings. The room was small but cozy; it smelled faintly of wood smoke and something else she couldn't quite place.

Dobroe utro... she murmurs quietly, her gaze flickering over to where he slept soundly on the wooden floor. A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she takes in his form; strong and reassuring even while exhausted from a long night of drinking and storytelling. Gently, Shera scoops up one of her bare feet and places it against his backside, lightly nudging him awake with a soft giggle Rise and shine, sleepyhead! Breakfast awaits!

Shera nods eagerly, already feeling refreshed and ready to face the day ahead. Her violet eyes sparkle with excitement as she stands up and smoothes out her cream-colored robes, adjusting them over her lithe form. "Of course! Let's not waste any time," she says brightly, picking up a bow that had been lying on the floor next to Dmitiy's bed. She slides it over one shoulder, making sure it's secure before turning back towards him. "After you, Garsh."

As they eat breakfast together at the tavern, Shera can't help but feel grateful to be part of this new adventure with Garsh. The food is delicious and filling, perfectly suited for their journey ahead. "Thank you again for inviting me," she says sincerely between bites. Her gaze meets his across the table, unwavering and confident as if daring anyone else to question their partnership. It's a feeling she hasn't experienced in quite some time; being accepted and appreciated for who she truly is.

After finishing breakfast, they gather up their belongings and set off into the wilderness beyond town. The sun is shining brightly overhead, casting long shadows across the lush green grass. Shera takes a deep breath of fresh air, feeling alive and invigorated despite the early hour. She glances over at Garsh as he walks beside her; his muscular form

Shera's eyes light up at the prospect of a sparring session with Garsh. It's been a while since she had the chance to test her skills against someone as formidable as him. "That sounds like fun!" She says, her voice filled with excitement and determination. Her body tenses slightly in anticipation as they find a secluded clearing away from any prying eyes or curious bystanders.

The dark elf takes a deep breath, centering herself before drawing her hunting bow back to its full draw. "Alright then, Garsh," she says boldly, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart, "I'm ready whenever you are." She readies herself for his attack, her focus sharp and unwavering as they stand face-to-face in the clearing.

"Wha- what?" Shera asks, looking taken aback. She was expecting Garsh to make the first move. "But I thought you were gonna attack me!" she squeaks, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and confusion. Her eyes dart back and forth between him and her bow, wondering if he's messing with her or if this is some sort of test.