Vaeri wasn't exactly sure how to reply to Derrix. Out of all the people she had to explain this to, he was the first to demand something of this nature. A lot of humans wrote it off, but a statement of cultural exchange was difficult to reply to.

"Perhaps I will tell you about 'my people' later." She felt uncomfortable using the term her people. Vaeri had limited experience with elves outside of her village. She had been told about some of the others growing up, and once every decade or so, a wandering trader from another land would arrive bearing exotic goods and requesting news of the local area, but otherwise she just knew what she had learned from her own childhood and in books.

It was then that the fairy that she had seen hanging around suddenly pop in, introduce itself and the skeleton before leaving. For several seconds she stared at the space where the little thing had been, unsure of what to make of what had just happened.