Epilogue

"It's a pity you won't join my clan, you did wonderfully exterminating those Bugbears for me." Terebel gave his employer a half grin as he counted the Adena in the bag the man had given him. "Thanks but no thanks; I'm kind of reserved to join Haibane if I ever choose to join up with anyone." He declined. His employer scratched a chin dusted with facial hair thoughtfully for a moment.

"Pity." He said sadly. Terebel gave him a courteous half bow before turning away from him to make his way towards the Gatekeeper. Dion was busy that day, and he wanted to get out as quickly as possible lest one of his old trysts recognize him. "Just a second!" the man called, halting him. "I've heard about you, you're that Bladedancer that's taking on odd jobs for as much money as you can get. Might I ask the reason for it?"

"That's awfully nosy of an employer who wanted me to go murder a group he used to associate with just because Antharas turned them into Bugbears." Terebel said flatly, giving the man an annoyed expression. "But it's really no secret reason. My girlfriend is in a state of shock you see…I need to earn money so she can live until she comes out of it." He sighed heavily and stowed the bag of money into his travel pack. "Also gets rid of any extra energy…" he muttered to himself.

"That's a shame." The man sighed, shaking his head. "Is she pretty?" Terebel gave him a glare of suspicion, and turned his head slightly.

"Why are you asking? Not thinking of dipping in my sugar, are you?" he asked, squinting his eyes shut.

"My boy, I may look young, but I've been married longer than you've been alive." The man grinned. Terebel blinked in surprise, not thinking it possible with the youthful look the man had. Terebel was nearly sixty years old himself, but yet this human man claimed he was married longer than that and sported a head of black hair and a face devoid of wrinkles!

"I'm guessing you think I'm younger than I really am." He said blandly. The man laughed heartily, but did not respond. "Yes, I'd say she's very pretty. Long silver hair, nicely curved body which I'm thankful for as most Light Elves are as skinny as rails. I'm finding I'll do anything for her…and it's confusing me." He admitted.

"Sounds like love." The man said in a complimenting tone. Terebel's face reddened and he stared at the man with large eyes.

"Nothing of the sort, I'm a Dark Elf! I don't fall for people!" he exclaimed. "I have to get going now though, if you ever need anything, look me up in the Elven Village." He waved as he departed.

"Silver hair, huh?" the man repeated. He adjusted the heavy brown cloak he wore and turned to walk through the town. "Light Elf, hmm?" he mused. His friendly smile turned dark, and Gran Kain's smirk became one more frightening to behold than anything his daughter Shilen could ever muster up. "I do believe I've found it." He said mysteriously. Shadows engulfed him as he walked behind a house, swallowing him up and taking him from the mortal plane. Things were just beginning, and even he had taken an interest in the game his daughter was setting up. If the end was to come, why not have a bit of fun before it?