
That wasn't exactly the case this time, but Tacitus was a sentimental fool to some extent. Even he experienced nostalgic moments, and the two he had kept his eye on had reminded Tacitus of something he had had centuries ago. Something he still missed.
Affection.
So Tacitus made his way through the forbidden forest, in his over 2 meters tall spriggan form. The beasts around here knew him, and didn't have the guts to even go near him. Most couldn't even detect him, his scent blended in to the forest itself.
Tacitus knew where he was going, and he knew what had to be done. He had known for a while, but hadn't been bothered to do anything about it. Tacitus was a firm believer of "eye for an eye", and the elf had done nothing for him aside from never hurting the trees. But this was a favour, and Tacitus expected the elf to pay him back somehow, someday.
Tacitus soon saw the clearing where the cottage was, he still remembered how the original resident of that cottage had built it. They had used the trees from the forest, that had hurt. But this elf was treating the forest well, Tacitus respected that.
The trees told Tacitus the elf was still inside, so when he stepped on the clearing he approached the door with purpose. He could fit on the porch, so Tacitus made his arm longer and knocked on the door from the grass in front of the steps. And when the elf would open Tacitus would just say.
"You're cursed, right? If you want to break your curse, follow me."
@Rockman