ofhanin
Not a mage, not a witch, and not a common elf by any means. The energy that came off the elf was unrecognizable, sending Fenris’ hair on the back of his neck standing on edge. He’d met the Witch of the Wilds, once - an experience that while not threatening had him hold his tongue of powerful forces. This was one of those moments; he’d be careful of how he spoke.
“You are no ordinary elf. What are you?” He asked cautiously, his body language showing no will for confrontation.









