Chapter 8: Milf elf spread open on the couch
"But your food," Lyriel said.
"I'll eat it later. This is more important," he said and motioned for Alex to follow him.
They both headed for his office.
When they got inside, he shut the door behind them.
"Okay, Alex, I'll have to be frank with you, can you take that?" Thalorin said with a heavy sigh as he rested on the table.
"Yes, I can," Alex replied.
"Okay," Thalorin said. "The thing is, we're a very ancient species with rules that have been in place for thousands of years and have never been tampered with. Do you understand?"
Alex nodded.
"Good. Now, an elf spawning out of nowhere goes against everything the leadership of the elven world has labored to build. Do you see where the problem is?"
"They won't be too happy to learn about me," Alex answered.
"Yes, they won't," Thalorin said with a slow nod. "But beyond that, the elves themselves are not well equipped for change..."