Taszeis Yiltsa
The man walked along, his spellbook latched on his back. He crossed his arms behind his waist, a proper elegance in his stride that would mimic a high elf. Behind him, a tall, light blue skinned elf walked behind.
Nalfros Vethdon
"What did you do?" he called ahead. "What foul magic have you cast on me?" He wasn't following out of choice, but rather a form of enchantment cast upon him by the magic of the well. Due to a clever plan, the slim wizard ahead of him now had a buff bodyguard following behind.