"...I am the one who eliminated a group of the incubi who have come to destroy this little village." He said, sighing and sheathing his sword as well, his wand slid back up into his sleeve. "Yes, I am an elf. Just another elf......or maybe you've never met one?" Morgan wondered aloud, walking closer to the knight. "I can promise you that I mean you, or these people no harm." Morgan said, popping his hood back onto his head. 

"Oh, and I suppose you want my name. Morgan Medraut. Alas, you can call whatever you wish, most people don't even ask my name." He chuckled rather emotionless and walked even nearer. "Pleased to meet you Artur." Morgan said with a slight bow, his accent thick with elvish tone. The fact alone that he was being interrogated by a knight made him nervous. Knights and Morgan have...bad history. Nothing that the elf could've prevented however. People are afraid of that which they do not understand. 

He examined the knight, and....well....he was confused to say the least. He couldn't tell whether or not...it...was a female or male. Nevertheless, the horses were well bred and her sword looked worn and well used; all the signs of a paladin. "Oh...so you're a knight of the light? One of those "order of light" bladesman?" He asked...apathetically. He backed up against the wall, and slid down, burying his head in his lap, ruffling his hair and obscuring the bright violet of his eyes. The tips of his ears twitched as he rose his head to speak again.

 "...I suppose you want to know my business here. I live in these forests, and I saw the demons invading and pillaging the village, so I helped you vanquish the foul presence that is now no more-."

The scars on his chest and back began to glow with a strange, eerie black light that could be seen through his thick wool trench coat. "Oh gods." Morgan said before breaking into a sprint into the forest, away from the knight. Midstride, he fell down to the ground and his scars began to glow a thick, rich purple that illuminated his position. As began to howl and wrench himself involuntarily into a ball. Jolts of pain stretched through his body, leaving him paralyzed with no way to move. 

".....H....help....help...m....me!" He screamed out loud, hoping that someone would help him.