I sat beside them, taking the last empty spot around the table. I could notice how my actions attracted the eyes of a lot of other demons of my age. And I could also see how the elves stopped talking at all. They decided to not talk as long as I am here. I also know that it won't be easy to gain their trust, it won't be as easy as saying this or that. It will be much harder. And maybe I won't be able to do it today.
"Have you all slept well today?" Their eyes were full of pain and sorrow, I understand them. A creep sat right next to them, of the race that always blamed them for everything that probably harmed them. Especially one person around the table, he was wearing an eyepatch on his left eye, he had a scar there. He doesn't have an eye. One of the female elves had destroyed hair as if forcefully cut off. She also had a sign on her forehead, half of it was covered with a rug she put on her forehead.