Vijudius stared at the ceiling like the secrets to existence itself were written upon it, lying upon a rather comfortable bed made using the wooly fur of a certain type of beast the elves here used as cattle.
It felt like you were being hugged by a warm cloud, which was important as contrary to what he had imagined, the elves of Wind-Swept Ravine actually lived in rather cold conditions, the underground was full of cold gust and subtle rain caused by certain plants and creatures who gathered moisture and released it every so often.
As such, despite technically living in a desert, the elves here had to deal with a rather insidious cold.
The young knight found this rather interesting…
"Where did this come from?" but he couldn't distract himself for long, after all, what just happened was a bit hard to ignore.
