“Razzig mentioned that you seemed very tired last night,” the female elf notes, studying Deneve’s face, adding “Take this,” as she presses a jar of white wood into the songstress’s hand, “It will aid your recovery of any malign affliction as long as it is not blocked by magic,”<br/>“You misunderstand us, green hair,” Razzig smiles, without a hint of mockery employed in his tone with the use of his chosen name for her, “We are not eating the bat creatures, just some monkeys who have been pushed into our territory by the presence of the bat creatures. To us these monkeys are annoying, but an easy source of food. However this applies to other predators as well, who may get restless as less energy is used up hunting. Also, the Unnatural Hill wants the monkeys gone, since many fruit farms on the edge of the forest are under its protection. In short, whilst the bat creatures have benefitted us, they need to be returned to their mountain side,” he explains, chuckling, “And do not worry about simply being a warrior. From what I hear fighting these creatures takes as many as you can spare,”<br/>“I see you have a specimen on you,” the female elf speaks after several mouthfuls of soup. “I may be able to learn more about its nature from examining it. Just don’t expect Razzig to help, his stomach flared last time he tried,” “Its flesh was rotten,” “The lizard had not been dead for two days,” the pair argue and giggle, playfully hitting each other.