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. He wore only a simple cloth robe, apparently
the village's only form of clothing since the other elves were clad
in a similar fashion. He carried a long wooden staff, which he also
used as a crutch. As he neared the dra-conian leader, his eyes
sparkled. The ancient male wore no sign of authority that B'rak
could identify, but the captain had no doubt whatever that this was
indeed the village elder.
Vergrim hissed. "Careful, B'rak. He may be a cleric. This
whole village smells of a shrine or something. See how they all
dress, how they all act."
"Do you detect any threat from this old one? From the look of
things, he can barely stand."
"No. As with the others, I detect only the wish to help.
Curious." The Black Robe sounded almost disappointed, B'rak
noted.
The elder paused before the reptilian warriors. "I am Eliyah,
the Speaker for this village. We bid you welcome and offer you
our humble hospitality."
The captain waved away the offer for the moment and went
immediately to the point that concerned him. "Where are your
young? Your children? I warn you, if they do not appear, I shall
give the order to have you all put to death."
Eliyah sighed and a sadness seemed to sweep over the entire
elven population. B'rak was taken aback by the intensity of the
emotion. Had some plague struck down the young? Were he and
his patrol in danger? He quickly discarded the thought; no plague
he knew of would take the young and strong and leave the old and
sickly
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