03-14-2011, 07:15 AM
Alex would sigh and would allow his friend and his wife to sleep. He would also ask for food and when it was delivered to him he would place it on a small table he had in his room. His personal war dog was in another room, resting and being cared for, leaving he and the elf alone. "Come here, dear, its time to eat," he said.
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.