"Why does this elf have so many demands?"

The mustachioed staff member muttered irritably as he headed toward the cell that wasn’t quite a cell, carrying a meal.

Picking her own menu, choosing how the food is cooked, demanding alcohol. Is this an elf who was captured, or a guest at a fancy restaurant?

Ropermahn is to blame, too. He treats the elf like a prized possession, giving her everything she asks for. It’s as if he’s her parent. At this rate, she’ll be walking around freely in no time.

Clang.

The staff member began unlocking the three locks attached …