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The elf was unknown to One. He was thus far only been exposed to humans and no more. He was also yet to meet any beastmen which hampered his knowledge on both races.

One stood guard throughout the rest of the night. There were bound to be other parties that would be dispatched in search of the party of knights that had failed to return.

Wog himself was exhausted. Despite this, however, he would regularly check on the elf's vitals and apply further healing magic for maximum effect. 

"You can heal people with your magic?" One asked.

"Yes, my boy. You see, my magic is special. I inherited it from my father and I have been using it for many years to heal the sick, it's a wondrous gift," Wog said.

"But a wondrous gift will always attract envious eyes," One said.

Wog faced the ceiling upon hearing One's words and sighed.

"Indeed, you speak the truth. You may be wondering, why I'm all alone in this land that I claim to own," Wog asked.