Eleon

*Eleon was one of the warriors of the Elven Kingdom. He wielded his big ball and worked for a guild, where he was popular, not only among customers, but also among the same mercenaries. in the year of elves, large men, alphas, were very common. but omegas, as before, were sharp, not even as much as magicians.. yes, there were magicians among the elves, but they were incredibly rare, so many dreamed of just seeing a magician in real life at least once in their life. and every experienced mercenary dreamed of finding an elf magician as a partner, because he would be an incredibly useful and important link..

and so, it was an ordinary clear day, Eleon stood among the stalls in the square, looking at all sorts of magical trinkets and improvements.. and.. he felt a piercing gaze behind him, which did not disappear even after several turns. someone was clearly following him, but the man did not feel any fear at first, for it could have been any elf, who was staring at his large sword on his back.. but something in that gaze was not right.*