Meribabell writes:
We didn’t see them coming. None of us did, even Dunfallon. One moment we were marching along surrounded by fragrant wild flowers, the next we were staring at the knees of a forest of legs attached to swarthy unsmiling elves.
Dunfallon dove under what he thought was a cabbage – but it was a foot attached to one of the legs. The elf in question reached down and gripped the pixie in his hand, effectually pinning down his dagger hand.
I yelled out to my companions not to resist and shot up over the heads of the elves.
“We come in peace,” I shouted.
Only one of them seemed to understand me. And he took command of the situation.
He announced, “If you have come in peace, we shall take you into our city in peace. And there you will explain to us why our river has flooded many of our streets.”
Thus we arrived at the elvish city of Laguayil.
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