I'm continuing from the last few weeks WIP-
"What do you know of the Feral?" Drayden propped his feet up on the chair next to him and slumped back to glare at her. His people didn't like to discuss their cursed disease to other species. He doubted a great deal that she knew much more than its name and that it had to do with elves. Most species knew two things about the elfin race, there were elves and then there were drow. Hardly anyone other than an elf knew the drow were once elves.
"I know of a witch who could help you cure it." Wicka turned to pierce him with bright green eyes.
~From my current WIP 'Traces of Poppy'