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[Hunger has been a maddening constant in his life for two centuries. Even with the unexpected freedom of the past few days, he'd still barely been able to hunt down enough in the night, when he was supposed to be on watch. And now, thrown again into unfamiliar lands by yet more mysterious forces? It was straight back to starvation. He'd snuck a few mouthfuls of animal blood while no one had been watching him today, but it wasn't enough. Barely a snack. And now here he was, with a real chance to finally bite a thinking creature.

...And this man seemed to be doing everything he could to make that idea thoroughly unappetizing.] No, I think I've been put off my supper for now. [Why did elves have to be cursed with better night vision than humans? He could see everything.] I'm sure it's... an acquired taste.