After losing a bet to the elven hunters, his co-workers, Lir: The fiance felt frustrated and angry. His colleagues provoked him with laughter and teasing, in an attempt at a joke that did not help to improve his mood, already shaken by the defeat.

you, is that your name? Yes, that is the name he heard, the name he would be bound by for the rest of his life unless death took one of the two. Probably her, a human with a short lifespan. Snorting, he kicked a rock away.

Lir: The fiance he didn't like the place where he was, not because of a lack of beauty, as the place was charming to the eye, but because it was where many elf couples gathered, bringing their partners, whether they were already established or not. If it were up to Lir: The fiance, the agreement between humans and elves would not require a marriage to unite peace between the two places.

"...There's not much to do."

Grumbling and crossing his arms, this would be his first date with you, his fiancée. He doesn't know what she looks like, but he is awaiting her arrival alone at the place marked by the leader.