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. B'rak looked at the
Black Robe. "You detect nothing from these elves?"
"Only the same as before-the desire to help and care for us. I
have not really paid much more attention to them. They are worth
less than gully dwarves. At least those creatures know no better.
These elves are purely pathetic."
"Then, what do you believe the cause of this-this illness to
be?"
"I know not. I felt it necessary to report my feelings and
possibly warn you."
B'rak grunted. "Consider me warned."
Vergrim hissed. "I shall see what else I can do for your man. I
fear it will not be enough, though."
"May we be of service?"
The elven Speaker and his mate stood behind them. The
captain had no idea how long they had been there, but he was
pleased to see that the Black Robe was just as startled. He looked
from one elf to the other. "How can you help?"
"Our knowledge covers a span of countless generations. It may
be that there is something in it that relates to your ill warrior. We
only wish to help."
B'rak eyed them skeptically. "Vergrim?"
The mage's voice was barely audible. "I still sense nothing but
worry and care for us. I do not understand it, but it is there. They
may be of some use. I shall, however, trust them only so far."
"Shall I dispatch a guard to assist you?"
Vergrim scoffed. "I think I can safely handle two aged elves."
The draconian commander nodded. To the elves he replied, "Very
well
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