Essek: My life is ruined. My mother is dead and my hand held the blade which slew her. I disappointed her before she died. I have betrayed my people and orchestrated the death of my closest friend. What choice do I have but to continue on this dark path, thinking only of myself because so many of those I love are now dead? Essek, a mere eyeblink later by the standards of an elven lifetime: Thinking of taking my boyfriend to the minotaur strip club for our next date night. Do you think a tattoo would give me bad boy charm?

















