Meesel slowly pulled himself to a sitting like position supported by his elbows. With one hand he reached up and carefully wiped away the trickle of blue blood that had sprung from his lip.
He looked up as Traygar took a forceful step forward. "Really, did you have to punch me?"
Traygar put his hands on his hips and leaned forward ever so slightly, "You ever call me a Dark Elf again and I won't just punch you."
"Isn't that what we are," Meesel asked as he fumbled his way back to his feet, "Elves living underground plotting evil."
"This isn't some stupid human fairy tale where there are is only good and evil. This is reality.