magical creatures for use of mounts? ", the tall rogue said.

The aged elf eyed the young human rogue and offered him a seat at his table.

"So you are looking for a beast to ride, but a horse is below your stature,

human? ", the elf whispered.

The elf glanced around and leaned a little closer to the human, "Well in my

youth, stories were told around the village of an ancient drow elf that was

adept at the crafting of magical items. So powerful were some of these items

that they could control even the most powerful of monster, turning them into

mere kittens."

"Bah, were is this wizard now. I must go find him then. " the rogue barked.

The elf shot the human a look of annoyance and continued, "Patience young one,

Zildanric has not been seen in the empire for many years. And it is said that

he has surrounded himself with a tribe of vicious trolls, somewhere deep in a

cave."

"Where is this cave, old elf! ", the rogue blurted. The elf drew himself up and

shot the impatient human a stern look, "Well, if you must continue this folly,

then ask one of the lorekeepers about the cave.

"I will not have anything to do with this folly."

The elf stood and walked slowly out of the door, as the young rogue began to

draw up plans for the adventure ahead. A slow smile played across the lips of

the pale elf. He pulled the hood of his cloak atop his head as his hair grew

and became pure white, while his skin became dark as midnight.