You walk into a cave at the base of a mountain. The druid you spoke to last night said that you would find what you were looking for here.
“Hello,” you cry. The only response you get is your own echo.
“Hello,” you cry again.
“What do you want?” says a voice from deeper in the cave.
You tell the voice your name and explain that you’re looking for somebody with knowledge of the Elven kingdom.
“You came to the right place, then,” says the voice. “Bring some firewood and I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”
You find a tree just a couple of yards away from the cave. You spend the next hour hacking it with your sword. Once you have as much wood as you can carry, you return to the cave and walk until you find a small man wearing a bearskin and eating rotted meat in the corner.
“Want some?” he asks, offering you the meat.
You politely decline it.
“So, what did you say you wanted to know about?” he says as he sets up the firewood. “Oh, right, the Elven kingdom! Yeah, I was brought up there as a child, but my family got exiled when father spoke out against the king. It turned out to be a good thing, though, because the ogres invaded a few moons later and slaughtered everyone within the kingdom. My parents are dead now, so I guess I’m the only living elf.”
The fire is burning ferociously now, and you both watch the embers disappear into the darkness.