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. The elves stepped out into the openings
and stared. Just stared. They seemed to be waiting for something,
looking for someone.
The draconians stopped abruptly, alarmed at the unusual
reaction of the elves. B'rak turned to Vergrim.
"Well? Are we in any threat of attack here?"
The hooded figure shook his head in distaste. "We have nothing
to fear from these weaklings! I read only the desire to help and
care for us. Pfah! Even their el-ven kin would be disgusted at such
tolerance as I feel."
Sith leaned close. "Shall we destroy the village?"
B'rak waved him away. "It is not worth the trouble now. If this
is an example of what we can expect, the Highlord has little to fear
from this region." He studied the elves, frowned, and turned back
to his companions. "Where are their young? I see only adults-and
most of those are silver-haired."
One of the trackers came up and bowed before him. "We
studied the village for a long time before reporting back, captain.
Not once did we see any young."
The throbbing in B'rak's head had become little more than a
nuisance, but it was just enough to unleash his anger. He shouted
to the elves, "I want your leaders here now! If they do not appear,
my men will raze this village and kill everyone!"
The elves did not speak, but some of them stepped aside,
opening a path for the oldest elf any of the draconians had ever
seen. His beard was a sparkling silver and came near to matching
his arms in length
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