The kind Shadow Sprites were exceedingly hospitable, for they firmly believed that everything they possessed had been bestowed by the White Tree Forest. And the eternally selfless White Tree Forest was surely willing to grant the warmest welcome to every creature that set foot upon this land. Even enemies of the Evil alignment were, to them, merely "pitiful people whose minds had been blinded by hatred." The Shadow Sprites embraced the purest compassion and guided every pitiful soul back into the warm embrace of the White Tree Forest...
In a certain sense, these isolated little fairies had become kind to an astonishing extent. That kindness had even become a mysterious bloodline woven into their souls, so every Shadow Sprite was born kind. Their helpfulness and peaceful way of thinking came as naturally as eating when hungry and drinking when thirsty.
At this very moment, faced with a weary traveler who was also a healer, the Shadow Sprites naturally would not turn her away.
As a magical race whose members automatically attained Formal Level strength upon adulthood, and whose longer-lived "elders" could easily achieve advancement to Master Level, the Shadow Sprites had not encountered an "enemy capable of posing a threat" in the Andokla Forest for countless tens of thousands of years. They had very limited wariness toward outsiders. Even though Keishanoa, who lacked even the slightest "aura of a powerful being," looked suspicious no matter how one looked at her in this forest of eternal night, the Shadow Sprite elder who flew out from the tribe still warmly opened the gates.
"Welcome, lost traveler. May the White Tree Forest shelter you. The Blackleaf Tribe never refuses friendly guests, and we also hope to receive the aid of your medical skills..."
Surrounded by a group of young and beautiful little Shadow