Just Another Struggling Writer

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Among the group was a man who positively towered over the others. Yvenna estimated he would nearly double her in height when stood side by side. What struck her the most, however, was not his massive frame, but the distinctly elven shape of his face, though she knew of no elf built like him.

“One of them Castoffs,” muttered a grizzled Earthen who was standing back, watching the growing crowd of unfortunates.

Castoffs. Yvenna had heard the word before. Elves by birth but not by physical characteristic, and thus deemed by the Principality of Nar to be unfit for citizenship.