Well, let me tell ya ’bout this here… whatchamacallit… the pale elf fella. He’s a real piece of work, that one. Always skulkin’ around, lookin’ like he ain’t slept in a week. Got them pointy ears, you know, like them elves in them stories. But this one ain’t no happy-go-lucky kinda elf. He’s got secrets, I tell ya, big ones.

First time I saw him, I thought, “Well, ain’t he a skinny fella?” Skin and bones, he was. Pale as a ghost, too. Hence the name, I guess. The Pale Elf. Folks whisper about him, ya know. Say he’s mixed up in some bad business. Vampires and such. Don’t know if I believe all that, but there’s somethin’ off about him, for sure.

• He’s real fast, like a blink and you’ll miss him.
• And strong too, for bein’ so skinny.
• Got them sharp teeth, makes ya wonder what he eats.

They say he’s got a past, this elf. A real troubled one. Runnin’ from somethin’, or someone. Heard tell he used to be… well, never you mind what he used to be. It ain’t fittin’ for polite conversation. But it explains why he’s always lookin’ over his shoulder, jumpy as a cat on a hot tin roof.

Now, I ain’t one for gossip, mind you. But it’s hard not to notice when a fella like that shows up in town. He sticks out like a sore thumb, ya know? And he’s always gettin’ into scrapes. Fights and such. Heard he’s lookin’ for somethin’, or someone. A cure, maybe? Or maybe revenge. Who knows with these fellas?

One time, I saw him talkin’ to some prisoners. Scary lookin’ fellas, they were. Covered in tattoos and scars. And this pale elf, he was right there with ’em, chattin’ away like they was old friends. Then, all of a sudden, he knew somethin’ he didn’t know before. Just like that. Somethin’ ’bout a ritual, they say. Spooky stuff, I tell ya.

Folks around here, they like to talk. They say he’s a companion, a friend to some. But I ain’t so sure. He seems too… closed off, ya know? Like he’s keepin’ somethin’ back. And that look in his eyes… it ain’t the look of a friendly fella. It’s the look of a hunter. Or maybe… the hunted.

He’s got this quest, see? The Pale Elf quest, they call it. Somethin’ to do with his past, I reckon. He needs help, that’s for sure. But who’s gonna help a fella like that? A fella with secrets and a dark past? It ain’t easy, I tell ya. It ain’t easy at all.

I heard tell he made a deal with some devil. A powerful one, too. For what, I don’t know. Maybe to get rid of that past he’s runnin’ from. Maybe for somethin’ else. But deals with devils never end well, that’s what my gramma always said. And I reckon she was right.

He’s popular, though, this pale elf. Folks like him, for some reason. Maybe it’s the mystery, or the danger. Maybe they see somethin’ in him that I don’t. They even made a statue of him, can ya believe it? A big one, too. Folks are willin’ to pay good money for it. Goes to show ya, people will buy anything these days.

So, that’s the story of the pale elf, as far as I know it. He’s a mystery wrapped in an enigma, that one. A dangerous fella, maybe. But maybe there’s more to him than meets the eye. Maybe he’s just lookin’ for a way out, a way to escape his past. Or maybe… he’s just waitin’ for the right moment to strike. Who knows? Only time will tell, I guess. But one thing’s for sure, the story of the Pale Elf ain’t over yet.

And you know what they say, if you go lookin’ for trouble, you’re bound to find it. And this pale elf, well, he seems to be lookin’ for somethin’, that’s for sure. Whether it’s trouble or somethin’ else, I ain’t got the foggiest idea. But I’ll be keepin’ my eyes peeled, that’s for certain.

One last thing, they say he’s got a master. A real bad one. And this pale elf, he wants to kill him. That’s a tall order, even for a fella like him. But like I said, he’s got secrets. And those secrets just might be the key to his whole story. So we just gotta wait and see what happens next in this here Pale Elf‘s story.