"They killed me parents*, long time ago. Me parentsh was living they're livesh, when shome elf thievesh broke in an' killed 'em. I hold me grudge, now,” he explained, his voice slurred and heavy with sorrow. He coughed slightly, trying to free the lump in his throat.
"Well, I didn't kill your parents. My name is Nessa Saurion," she informed him bluntly, then turned to Theios.
"Is he always like this?" she hissed.
"If the moodiness is what you mean, yes. Get used to it. I'm an elf too. If you mean the drunkenness, he's normally sober," Theios replied, amused. He pushed back his hood, revealing his ashen face and pointed elven ears. “I’m Theios, Chosen of Zamorak.”
She accepted that piece of information with silence. Theios eyed her, something itching at the back of his brain. He hadn’t really expected her to be surprised at his status, Nessa didn’t seem like the type to bow down and grovel at anyone’s feet. "Now, what is it that you need?" she asked briskly, breaking the sudden silence.
Theios grinned grimly. "In short, we need to find the Tomb of Zamorak."
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