...a wild elf and a city elf fell in love. It did not end well. Linnor shouted out in pain, tears filling his eyes as the thugs landed blow after blow onto him. Two were holding his arms so he couldn't fight back, while three others took turns shouting racial slurs at him, beating him up, and threatening to sell him to the slavers that camped just over the borders of the country, waiting for someone to bring them unlucky wild elves to sell off. It was always wild elves, too. The rumors had always gone around that wild elves were good as both bed slaves and work slaves. They were lithe and agile enough that they can turn a nice-enough profit anywhere, yet strong and fit enough to work in fields and as guards. Of course, only when trained properly. Otherwise, they were no use at all. Grunting as he felt one of the thugs land a punch in his stomach, while the others laughed, he tried to see through the pain and at any means of escape. He was in a dark alley, the walls of the buildings around him too sleek to have any good handholds to climb. People passed by both mouths of the alley, but if they saw him, they acted like they could care even less, or else were too afraid to step in. What seemed like a lifetime later, the thugs soon left Linnor lying in a pool of his own blood on the floor. They didn't tie him up to take to the slavers, which he was glad for, but they did take any valuables he had on him, leaving with nothing so much as a word sent towards him. They were all city elves, people who had probably been born in the city and will probably die in the city, too. Linnor hadn't been born anywhere near the city. He had been born in a small valley that his people had lived in for thousands of years. When city elves learned that they were living upon the country's largest deposit of diamonds, they forced the wild elves to move to the edges of their city. That had been when Linnor was just a child. Now, more and more wild elf tribes had been moved near the city, each district more terrible than the worst districts for city elves. Of course, the Ya'jahj tribe couldn't live near the Hin'tio, Linnor's tribe, who couldn't live near the Tralk tribe. As such, the city now had three wild elf districts, each one filled with what the city elves called slums, their name for wild elves. The wild elves had their own names for city elves, Aka's, but it was much less used as a racial slur and more often used to describe elves like the ones who had assaulted Linnor. Eventually, Linnor got to his feet, and made for home. He hadn't been doing anything wrong; really, he had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and had gotten all of his money stolen because of that. Spitting out blood that had pooled in his mouth, Linnor began limping back towards the Hin'tio District, leaving a trail of blood the whole way back.