The hut once again descended into silence. Rion stared at her with a deadpan look and remarked in his head,
'I was right about her being an elf... she also has the common characteristics of elves from the novels. Sharp and long ears, otherworldly beauty, medicine and herb knowledge, and a mother that they follow...'
Zaelyane closed her third eye, put on her green gem accessory, and gracefully sat back in the chair.
The chair creaked slightly and pulled his attention towards her.
He eyed her from top to bottom and asked a question that had been plaguing him more than anything else, "What do you need from me?"
Her eyes stirred, and she questioned back with a flat expression, "Why would I need anything from you?" Her usual sharp tone had also returned.
He frowned, shook his head and asked again, "Okay, let's change the question..." He stepped down from the bed, walked towards her and added in a sharper tone, "What do you need me for?"
