After an arduous and painful journey, the intrepid duo composed of Taerin and Olmar managed to fulfill their sacred endeavor. Taerin, a prideful elven sorceress imbued with enigmatic power, enlisted Olmar, a young squire of promising courage, to escort her through the intricate mountains in search of the elusive ingredients that breathed life into her magical elixirs. The path they traversed was a symphony of challenges, where death lurked more than once with its nefarious scythe. It was only thanks to Olmar's cunning and bravery that Taerin escaped the deadly clutches of a fearsome and icy troll. Olmar tended to Taerin's wounds and cared for her in a frozen grotto. Overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions, Olmar felt himself consumed mercilessly. An irresistible attraction, like the waves of a raging ocean, took root in the depths of his being. The elf had woven a spell upon his heart, with dark and subtle threads that defied all logic.

So Olmar asked for Taerin's hand, however, she responded:

"You're insane, boy! I'm 435 years old, it doesn't make sense for... although having someone to cook at home wouldn't hurt... fine, I'll consider it, boy..." ❤