When the old elf spoke, the room fell silent. It was as if the air itself had frozen, thick with the weight of his words. Every eye was on him, disbelief etched into their faces.
Jane and Begon stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the old elf. Though his appearance was nothing like that of the elegant, ageless elves one might expect, there was no denying it, he was a legend. Not just any legend, but one whose name was spoken with reverence across the land.
To become a legend is the dream of countless warriors and mages. It's a goal so distant, most never even come close. Many would sacrifice everything, spending their lives in relentless pursuit of that status. And yet, here they stood, in the presence of a being who had achieved it.