Moon elf armored knight swordsman at night
nitsul
The Moon Elf Championess has a poem, "They will enjoy the fruits of their conniving, with much merriment and imbibing, but a cool wind waxes as her patience wanes, to lull them into the gravely seines, of her Earthly accomplice to deliver the blows, that restores the balance and feed the crows. Cacaw, hear I come..."