“They are normal as anything can be in this world,” the female elf shrugs as you sit down around the fire, a good distance away from it since there is no need for its heat with the sun already high in the sky. “But they usually dwell in the mountains, and their appearance in the forest is unsettling for us all,” “We do have them to thank for this though, at least part of it,” the second elf chimes in, passing out thick wooden bowls of a soup composed of some kind of grain and lumps of a pale vegetable. “There wasn’t enough scamper monkey meat left, but I cracked the bones and tossed them in, so that should help,”