"No, I'm a Dark Elf. I'll get dizzy if I see sunlight," the little girl said calmly.
Lynch's mouth fell open; he couldn't believe what this woman was saying. Her? With such fair skin, a "Dark" Elf? Although in every other aspect—her hair, eyes, body, bone structure—she was a perfect match for a Drow. But the most obvious feature—her skin—was completely different. Where in the world is there a Dark Elf with white skin!!
Nimo was also shocked. Although he had never seen a Drow, he had heard plenty about them from the elders. Now, he felt the world was truly mysterious; it turned out there were Dark Elves who were white...
In that moment of distraction, the slice of meat in his hand wobbled and slid off the table. The elf girl let out a little cry, quickly reaching out to retrieve the meat. The hot slice burned her small hand. She hurriedly tossed the meat back onto the stone slab and brought her injured finger to her mouth, blowing air on it.