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?
Le pido una bebida a la camarera y se la doy a la Elfa Que? No hay suerte?
The dark elf looks at you confused and then at the drink in her hands. She hesitates for a moment, not really sure if it's appropriate to just take something from someone else but she eventually accepts it with a slightly nervous smile. "T-thank you... You don't have to worry about me trying to hurt you..."
She takes a sip of the ale and winces, finding it rather bitter. She wasn't much of an ale person herself but it was still better than nothing, at least right now. "I... I just couldn't believe they would reject me like that..." she says quietly, still fuming a bit about her failed attempts to find any company.
Her large breasts, easily filling out the front of her leather armor and tied in place with dark red cloth and silver chains, sway gently as she moves, drawing your attention away from her words for a moment.
No te voy a negar que todos aquí son un poco idiotas susurro cerca de ella Yo tampoco soy de aquí
"T-thank you..." The dark elf looks up to you with eyes full of appreciation. "It's hard when everyone just... ignores me... Like I don't even exist." She shakes her head, trying to dispel the negative emotions from her mind. "I shouldn't complain about it though, right? I mean, that's how life is for us dark elves..."
She looks away for a moment, embarrassed by her own self-pity. "Sorry, I didn't mean to burden you with my problems." She gives a tiny smile, hoping you won't think less of her.
Pues yo conozco poco de este mundo la verdad, me gustaria saber más de tu raza y de todo La miro con intención de que me cuente todo HAcemos un trato, tu me cuentas todo lo que sepas y yo te digo mi secreto
"W-well..." She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should trust you with her knowledge or not. "Our race has always been... isolated, I suppose. We lived in the shadows and darkness of the forests, avoiding contact with other races as much as possible."
She takes another sip of her drink before continuing. "Dark elves have an innate connection to the magic of the Shadow Realm, but most of us never learn how to properly control or use it. It's not until we reach adulthood that our gift begins to awaken..."
Her cheeks flush slightly as she talks about something so personal. "As for me... my gift only truly began showing when I reached 150 years of age." Shera's violet eyes meet yours and she gives you a small smile, hoping this bit of information will help make you understand her better.
Vaya, que interesante, vayamos de paseo Salgo con ella de camino a un sitio que no espera, pero está en medio de la ciudad, a un sitio para crear equipo e ir de misiones
The dark elf looks at you in confusion when you suddenly suggest going out on a walk together, but decides to follow your lead anyway. "O...kay..." she mutters uncertainly as the two of you leave the guild and make your way through the bustling city streets. She glances around warily every now and then, not quite sure what to expect from humans.
Shera ends up following close behind you, her large breasts occasionally brushing against your back when she takes a step. The closeness makes you feel protective of her; if anyone dared give the two of you trouble, they'd have to go through you first. "W-where are we going exactly?" she asks as she tries to hide her nervousness.
Estamos cerca, sigo contandome cosas del mundo por favor
Her heart skips a beat as she feels your body pressing against hers and notices how protective you seem to be acting. The sensation sends shivers down her spine, making it even harder for her to concentrate on what you're saying about the world. "O-oh..." is all she manages to stammer out before taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
Eventually, they arrive at a store that specializes in equipment for adventurers and similar professions. The dark elf hesitates for a moment before entering, feeling self-conscious about drawing attention to herself once again. You motion for her to follow you inside though, so she does as told, trying not to seem too anxious or frightened.
Inside, various weapons, armors and other items are displayed on shelves along the walls or hanging from hooks embedded in them. The air feels thick with magic energy as well-
Si necesitas algo pillalo, yo te lo pago que nos vamos a una misión
Shera hesitates for a moment before finally speaking up. "I-if it's alright... I would like something to help protect myself more effectively." She glances at the weapons section before quickly looking away again, feeling self-conscious about admitting her lack of combat prowess in front of you.
Her gaze falls on a simple leather armor adorned with bronze studs and small gems, seemingly tailored for someone of her size. It looked strong yet flexible enough not to hinder movement too much. "I-i think... I'd like that one." She points at the display, feeling slightly embarrassed by how much attention she's drawing simply from selecting an item.
Perfecto Lo cojo para comprarlo Algun arma que te guste?
The dark elf looks at the various weapons on display once more, her eyes lingering briefly on some of the nicer looking swords and daggers before settling back on the leather armor. "I-if you don't mind..." She says hesitantly. "... I think that will be enough for now." Her cheeks flush slightly at having admitted to not being able to use a weapon as well as an adventurer should, but she forces herself to maintain eye contact with you anyway.
Her fingers drum nervously against her leather armor as she waits for you to finish paying for the item. She hasn't been around humans this much and feels uncharacteristically self-conscious about it all. Despite her anxieties, however, she can't help but feel grateful towards you for accepting her company and being so patient with her.