The glow of soft candle light is all that illumantedthe face of the young elf, he seemed tired at the time and you didn’t know how could you know. As he sat there seeming to be sgeless and knowledgeable so you asked him a question. “What is it, death in its truest form?” he stared at you for a second and stood up. He drew a sword and then… You should know.

Death in its truest form