I never knew I am such a talented interrogator.

  First, Creating a hut helped to keep my elves from that disturbing sight. Except Dius. He is ruthless enough. I would circle around the imp while changing the intensity of the light I emit and meanwhile Dius would make outside some horrible screeches whenever I come too close.

  "Hooouersetserggrgr!"

  "FREFEREERGREGHGHFAAAA!"

  I think Dius must have been a monster in his previous life. Or we went wrong somewhere. But his talent for horrible screeches is just enormous.

  That imp went totally crazy, and after a while gave up.

  He told me everything.

  -> How they don’t like trees and sun.

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  -> Why they never change their socks.

  -> How they take having dirty teeth as a sign of wisdom.

  -> How they clean their loincloth in the mud.

  ...and more importantly, where they live.

  So I had him disposed of, and got on my secret mission. I learned that they attacked in the evening because they sleep during the day. Without exception. It will be a nice walk for sure. Setting off, I have traveled through the rest of the night, and then I knew I should reach their settlement any time by now.

  It’s in an abandoned mine.

  He described it as having a ‘glorious entrance’, but it was just pillars made from wood. And those ‘statues of the ancients’ were simple lumps of ore. So I infiltrated in, of course not wanting to wait till the night, when it should be really risky.

  And I found out I am not the only creep here. In the shaft, what looked at me was a vague figure made of a far less dazzling light than me.

  But it was disgusting.

  The light of an undead apparition.