Aradhon stood in the shadows, watching as the Warrior’s friend kissed Giselle good night, wasting a few moments on mundane comments of romance or how great their night was or making asinine plans for tomorrow. If it weren’t such a human thing to do, the dark elf would have rolled his eyes. Instead, he stood in the shadows, waiting patiently for the two of them to say goodbye so he could finish what he needed to do tonight and get back to the Leary Building and the human drink, whiskey. Water was only tolerable for so long. The Land Above had its perks, perks he was not willing to give up so easily. He just needed to be careful how much he drank as human alcohol affected elves quicker than it did humans.