She smiled at him when he confessed, amused at the bluntness and perhaps, the urge to kiss was mutual. "Perhaps... Once you are a little less water logged," she decided and smirked, brushing past him playfully while she walked further down the path. She offered him a red palm-length crystal. "Not to insinuate you are affected by the cold, but a dragon heart-stone is known to warm it's bearer even in this weather."
"The Dark Elves were cast away to the dark recesses, but they never were never extinct." We forgotten things have a habit of reappearing. She looked around the village, watching the wolves retrace the forgotten tracks. "Things have changed and the forgotten are coming back with interest."