Mikhelm paced his room, he was very upset. He did not want to travel with the elves, he did not want to see the elves, he wanted nothing to do with the elves.
He heaved a sigh and got to work on packing his few things. He soon finished and walked out into the hall and bumped into one of the elves.
"Sor-" Mikhelm stopped when he noticed it was and elf and growled.
"No apologies, noble dwarf?" The female elf asked.
"Why should I apologize? It's you who ran into me." He growled.
"I fear you are wrong there, it is you who ran into me." She replied.
He growled again when he knew she was right.
"No need to growl. But I have to leave, but before I go, what's your name?"
"Why do you care?" The dwarf asked.
"I like to know who I travel with." She smiled.
"Mikhelm."
"And I am Ciri."
[ October 26, 2002: Message edited by: Shadow_Staar ]
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