{Askreim, many years ago}Elisa sat in a house with a body covered in bandages. Her hand was holding a mug containing still steaming tea."I want to celebrate." A young male elf, green-haired and tall, stood while watching the other four people sleeping on the floor. "But that doesn't seem possible.""Yeah." The prophet smiled faintly. "The fight was very intense. Let them rest."One of the people on the floor, a woman with long, messy red hair, straightened up. She rubbed her eyes, then got up and approached Elisa. "Is it morning already? I am hungry."The green-haired elf chuckled. "All you think about is food."Elisa widened her smile. "You've only slept for about twenty minutes."The red-haired woman checked the window, which still showed a dark sky. "Damn, but I'm starving.""Then, eat." The prophet sipped her tea. "Our mission is complete. Tomorrow, we can travel home and resupply. No need to stand by here anymore."
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