“A prince,” Evenbreeze said aloud, sitting in a corner. “A knight in shining armor, perhaps.” The priest cocked his head and looked the death knight over. “Not exactly shining, but close enough.”

He tapped his cheek, thinking. Finally he piped up;

“You’re a little spiky for my tastes, but would you mind carrying my out of here? I seem to have lost something important to me.” To prove his point, he wiggled his stump of a leg.

The death knight raises an eyebrow “At least it is not your arm.”
Shrugging, he easily lifts the other elf up on to his shoulder. “I assume you have some destination in mind and didn’t just ask so you could enjoy the view.”