Early the next morning, next to the sled, Xiloai was yawning and stretching her slim waist in front of Dagon. It was a combination of the softness typical of an elf and the danger typical of a magician. attractive, although her complexion was not the best due to exhaustion. She rubbed her cheek with her hand, gently tucked her messy hair behind her ear, then reached into her collar and pulled out a necklace. ,Wait, let me explain. The barbarians of the North have been fighting against the Fang fortress for many years, and they are constantly advancing south to threaten the elves, but will you provide them with the most important food? What is your behavior? really okay?"