Role

Chapter 1

Iltanthal has never been a one-maiden elf. Sometimes not even
a one-woman-at-a-time elf. He never wanted to get tied-down.
Well. Not in the relationship sense, anyway. Ahem.

Lately, though, he has taken to attempting to comfort
Celenai on the loss of her dear friend Ryasyn. Oh, the two
elves had always flirted with each other and such, and
he romanced her as much as, if not more than, the next maiden.

But lately, his mind drifts toward the icy-eyed beauty more often.
At inopportune moments, at times. While lying with a pretty young
half-elven serving maid who enjoyed a good canoodling, he once
told her "Ah, that feels good, Celenai." One does not have to guess
how the rest of that evening went.

Yet it is unlikely Iltanthal will pursue a deep relationship. Not
out of a hesitancy to "settle down", though. Well, not entirely that.
His fallen brother-in-arms, Cormindon, was once romantically involved
with her. Somewhat seriously, perhaps. Is it possible to betray the
dead? Iltanthal would rather not find out. Best to think of other
things. Difficult to do, when each time you close your eyes you see
someone's face.