Well this part of the wilderness should be a perfect fit. For some reason there are no dragons this far south, and dragon slayers go where there are dragons. High ranked hunters tend to move to the northern guilds as the next challenge for them is to become a dragon slayer and join the elite class of the guild''s hunters. If there are more elven warriors as strong as this elf in the clan, they should be able to deal with any aggression from southern hunters.
"No dragons this far south, not sure why though." I am trying to fish out of the old elf the reason why dragons don''t go further south. No one at the guild seems to know. "I suspect human knowledge of this is a bit scares since it was so long ago. The reason there are no dragons this far south, is because of the southern dragon king." I remember hearing a rumor at the guild that dragon kings are considered the apex of the apex predator. No human in history has ever killed a dragon king. Not sure what makes a dragon a king though. Does it have subjects?
With the skill I spot the wyvern almost immediately. The elf seems impressed by how quickly I spotted it. "That is a very large wyvern." I am not reassured by the elf''s comment. "Can it be killed?" "Sure, just need to ground it first. Aim for the arm joints near the body." Makes sense the huge wingspan of the wyvern is guided by its long slim arms. Hard to say, but it doesn''t look a lot smaller than the two dragons I saw fighting when I first arrived.
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Looks like we are getting to the core of the matter. I can guess what comes next, but I should probably let the elf continue his story. "The spell worked incredibly well. The lands of the elves were cleared of dragons, and made the way for the elves to build their first elven cities as the centers for their kingdoms. This is when the elven kingdoms reached their peak, but within two centuries the free elves were almost extinct."
Considering the outcome for the elves, I am expecting the old elf to be emotional, but he seems fully distanced from the past and in full control of his emotions. I guess even to him it is the distant past. After a pause he turns towards me. "I know little of how the human kingdoms fared in the aftermath of the destruction of the dragons and the elves. What does your human history books say?"
"So what are you going to do with this big dead wyvern? It will be a pain to move." The elf remind me of the dead beast in front of us. I can''t believe we just had such a deep discussion standing over a dead beast. It is a miracle we didn''t get interrupted by a scavenger of two. "I will just put it in my soul storage." Turning towards the body, it all disappear into my soul storage like all things do. Looking up I see the elf dumbfounded expression and realize that a big soul storage is just as rare among elves as it is among humans. "I guess I should explain this on our way back to camp."