… I could only sigh at this development. My goal in battling Silver's sons was to gain the recognition of the beastkin leaders not only as a diplomat but as fierce youth worthy of their respect. In my eagerness, I overshot the goal, scaring them instead. What a blunder.
Rajah and Skarn were more than right to fear me. Not only did I have brighter future prospects than any mortal did, but I also harbored the goal of conquering this continent. If I signed a non-aggression pact with them, I couldn't follow my goals.
Well, at least not for the next thousand years. The strongest non-elves lived for about a thousand years, hence the duration these two demanded. They basically demanded I not attack them in my entire life. This told me that in their eyes, I was a mortal, even if they didn't understand exactly what I was.
