It must be eating him up inside. Oh, sure, he puts on a good show. A cursory glance would reveal nothing out of sorts. But that stoic demeanor hides a man--
--An elf seething wtih internal turmoil. The pressure must be unbearable. His psyche is under enough strain to shoot diamonds out his ears.
Such is the intense pressure he must endure!
He is now motivated only by one cause: To return to Elfland with the cure Matoya prepared for him--but at what a cost! Fiscally and emotionally speaking of, course.
Lo, the tragic irony of it all! The son has sacrificed the very tenets of his identity to save the ailing father!
Be quiet or I'll stab you quiet.
You always say that.
No way, several words were different!
Yes, let us be quiet so that we may observe this shadow of a shell of a wretch of an elf to pity him more accurately.
What tortured thoughts plague our leader? What doubts must gnaw at him like a hungry gnawing animal gnawing with hunger?
(thinking) Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows, everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together...
Back in Matoya's Cave, Matoya is looking over a deed Thief gave her.
Poor elf. You've got to wake up mighty early in the morning to pull one over on ol' Matoya. I didn't think the fool would part with the deed to his entire kingdom so easily. But that's the advantage of dealing in real estate with desperate and painfully shortsighted people.
I, Thief, hereby bequeath upon Matoya the entire state of Elfland. Forwith, the terms of this contract
Close-up of the Deed
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...Brighter than a lucky penny, when you're near the rain clouds disappear and I feel so fine just to know that you are mine...
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