You were never a people’s person: always thinking about yourself when you were young, you lived most of your life alone until a new path to destiny was thrust into your life before you could protest. People relied on you for your help, but you could say you were one who didn’t need many people around you. You could also fend for yourself, living on your own and travelling alone, you found yourself on survival skills and smart wits to get you out of dangerous situations. You could describe yourself in different ways: a mercenary, rogue, a woman who little thought of with skills? You could say you were no cleric or wizard: but you could confidently list off every healing herb and its factors.
You were simply there to bring in the supplies herbs and trading from merchants for little profit. You were a simple healer’s assistant: never the one to get the chance to try out for yourself in the arts of healing those ill and sick.
Whatever way you thought it to end, you didn’t think it would turn out like this. Warnings : mild language and sexual references. The reader is a human who is the one who goes out to find supplies - a bit independent and has skills that people underestimate. This dark elf is called Vevmis - arrogant and cocky like the rest of his race, he’s more of the ‘runt’ to the group he’s with assigned to capturing slaves including humans. Seeing that there haven’t been many elf x reader stories, I’ve always wanted to partake in the world of D&D or other RPG high fantasy games so I went out of my comfort zone and wrote this!
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