Buy Me a CoffeeA being argued that the eternal elf Wraithvine likely kept massive amounts of gold and gems, huge amounts of treasures kept away from those desperately in need. Surely an immortal being of such power likely was a greedy as the rest of them! The person snarled over their drink.
Then a soft voice spoke up to say, "Would you like to see my treasury?" And shocked the sullen drinker with a treasury of what seemed like mere junk to most, but were the most precious objects in the world to that being. -- Anon Guest
"Run around forever and you get everything," grumbled the barfly. "Stands to reason. Dragons have hoards. Elves sit on one patch of property and just suck in wealth. Never need to spend 'cause they already got everything. D'varuv have entire rooms made of gems. Immortals gotta have a fuckin' ton of treasure. Selfish bastards."
Ordinarily, this diatribe would be allowed to continue until the barfly either ran out or passed out. Not this time.
"I know where to find one immortal's treasures," said the stranger. They wore a patchwork Wizarding hat and appeared at first glance to be a crossbred Elf. Otherwise, they were an unassuming figure. Clothing made to last, and perhaps a couple of centuries behind the current fashion. Typical for an Elf. "You're going to be disappointed, though."
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