[P] I'm not a nefilem!

"...Not a nefilem," Ash muttered.

"What?" the half-elf hissed, craning her ear towards Ash.

Ash sighed and got unsteadily to her feet, groaning at the pain in her throbbing legs as she did so. She walked over to the half-elf and sat down beside her, looking her directly in the eyes.

"I'm not a nefilem. My father was a nefilem, a half-demon. My mother was a full-blooded demon. That makes me a demon three-quarter."

"Okay..." the half-elf looked sceptical. "So what difference does that make?"

Ash scoffed. "Well, for one thing, I'm immune to harm from fire, while nefilem are only resistant to it. A nefilem wouldn't be able to survive for long in the plane of fire where I grew up, that's for sure."

The half-elf still looked unimpressed. Ash sighed. "Well, whatever. Just call me Ash. So what did you want?"

[P] I correct the misconception that I am a nefilem. I then introduce myself and ask what she wants.