“Eol Lossehelin looked at the sound he heard next to him. It was Erestor Anwamane, and he was making a coughing noise. Eol grinned. He knew hes fellow Warrior couldn't stand the grassy smell of wood elfs. He himself actually didn't feel any special resent for their woodland fellow elfs. High Elfs, those really made him sick: those arrogant, sissy guys with their cocky attitudes. But wood elfs didn't bother him much.

It was a good game. The wood elfs were with 10 as well and right from the start, Eol knew this game would not be lost. Lenwo knocked down two wood elfs and that made the game better, easier. Drit'huls leg had healed and they would be with 11 again. He felt at ease. But he knew he could not rest too long. He knew the next opponent would probably be not as unfortunate as the wood elfs. Erestor threw up next to him. Eol stood up and walked to the door with pride. ”