"To be honest," Stefi said, "I do remember one experience I've had recently with an elf." She ken this placed a serious strain on her amnesia story, but she felt guilty about lying to Sebastian and his grandmother. Besides, she thought he was cute.
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Anyone I know?"
"An elf named Ellumyn." Her nosse wrinkled. "He was sort of rude."
"Ellumyn? SORT of rude?" Sebastian scoffed. "He must have been in a good mood."
His grandmother gasped. "Sebastian! That's no way to talk about Ellumyn. He's not rude, just dedicated."
Sebastian snorted. "Yes, just like most elves; dedicated past the point of reason. Their condescending attitudes lose them more allies, and their hasty actions make them enemies on top of it. If they keep this up, The Elf-Slayer will be granted even more legal power."
Stefi glanced at the grandmother and back to Sebastian; from the looks on their faces, they both had similar opinions about this individual - - and it wasn't a good one. "Elf-Slayer?"
Sebastian peered at her. "Wow, you really got a clock on the head, didn't you? Morion the Elf-Slayer is...well, he's a legal power all to his own. In theory he's supposed to answer to whatever local Watch's district he's in but in practice he gets away with a lot. Now I'm not a fan of the Elves, but Morion carries it to extremes; it's said that whenever there's a crime involving Elves he's the first one there, that blade of his out and singing. Unusually enough he's also a competent magician with a specialty in Fire Magics."
"What does he look like?" Stefi really wanted to ask why being both a skilled swordsman and spellcaster was unusual, but decided that would look too suspicious.
"You can't miss him," Sebastian said. "He dresses in black studded leahter with a flowing cape and hood. His face is covered by a leather mask that only shows his eyes. His cape clasp is a ruby carved into a sphere, and the pommel of his sword also has a ruby on it."
Stefi shuddered. "Creepy."
"Deliberate," Sebastian corrected. "Black is the color Elves associate with mourning and red is their color for death. Personally, I'm surprised he isn't here by now."
"Speaking of here," Stefi pressed, "I'd like to see the city, if you don't mind. Maybe it'll jar my memory a bit. I also need to look for a job" Hopefully it'll also give me a better idea as to what's going on, she thought.
Sebastian rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Couldn't hurt. If you're looking for a job, the University needs lab assistant desperately."
"You can stay here till you get a place of your own," the grandmother interjected. "Just pay for your own food and we'll call it square."
Stefi was touched. "But...er...um, thank you," she mumbled. "I'll try not to be any trouble." Like I could keep that promise, she thought. She felt very guilty about lying to them.
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