A Father’s Shoulder Stays Heavy

Elowen Arth'Hathor, an ascended high elf, now lived in the city of Eclanor. As a cartographer, he worked in an ill-illuminated shop. His daughter lived with him but mostly remained in the house on the backside of the establishment. Connected with a door, the shop and their house were the only places she ever visited. It wasn't she who was afraid, but her protective father. 

As the last memento left by his late wife, he cherished her to a fault. But did he know what he was doing? What he was taking away from her by snipping her connection to the outside world? Of course, he did, but that didn't matter as the dark elves, at least one of them, still remained in this city. He'd lost his people to them long ago and his wife to the caution of the giants, and so he wanted to take no chances when it came to protecting his daughter.