“And who are your people?” I ask. I hate looking ignorant amongst the supernatural people of the world; it has a way of coming back to haunt you.
“We are known by a number of names,” he says. “Our most recent, and most popular, is elf, but we no longer fit the stereotype.” He grumbles and turns to me. “Look, I’ll tell you all about it once we’re out of here okay, but until then you must call us by the name we have given ourselves at this time: the Cursed.”
“Seems rather melodramatic,” I suggest as he turns back to the front.