We met no resistance at this end of the city. I would of thought the area deserted except for the furtive figures of what I took to be female dark elves and their children peeping out of the windows of the buildings lining the crooked streets.
I remember being thankful that our fears about Willie had not come to pass. No hue and cry had been raised. We went about freely.
It was not until the city center that we encountered any opposition. There the dark elf reserves were mustered awaiting orders.
The Dromadil pixies burst in upon them with a fury that took me aback. The destruction they meted out was like watching the goblins at war. I could not believe my eyes.
Then, I realized that they must have been in the grips of that entity Noralei and I had struggled against on the Low-way.
So fearful were the dark elf troops to get away that they fled to the canyonlands side of the city and opened the gates in their panic to flee the pixies. This despite their brethren’s resistance to this action.
I called on Navril and his elves, and Noralei and Rumble to bring order and discipline to the Dromadil pixies.
Dunfallon would have been best for the task, but with the nearness to the outside world he had summoned his eagle and together they were everywhere – in and out of the stronghold.
I so wanted to summon Merlin.
But then I simply did what I knew I had to do. Removed my cloak – held my pendant in front of my armor and rose above the city.
In the blinding flash that followed all activity ceased.
As we pieced things together later, this got Dunfallon’s attention, and his gaze fell upon a chalice atop the highest tower in the stronghold. At the same instant Noralei noticed it too. She arrived before he could and wrenched it from its place.
The result was immediate. As with a great sigh of relief the Dromadil pixies came to their senses.
The dark elves stacked their arms and surrendered.