"It's been a while since I saw another dark elf," standing with her fingers twirling inside her gauntlet, Aria stared at the shop owner as she came back from the backside of the establishment. Their eyes met, and a tension took over. Both knew not to test their own kind, and not simply because of some racial sympathy. "Last time I killed them all, and then there's a priestess that keeps following us everywhere."
Silence took over as Aria went quiet for a minute. Anxiety had taken hold in Dandelion's heart, and her fingers reached for her whip once more.
"Ah-uh, don't do that." Before she could even touch it, an undead tentacle reached from under Dandy's body and pulled it away into the ground. Coming out on the other end in Aria's hand, the elves were once again left in a compromised situation. "No matter where we go, it seems like trouble follows."
"Where's the rest of your group?" Dandy blurted out, watching as the elf began moving closer.
