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. That, however, was not his purpose for being here.
As he had surmised, the hill gave him an excellent view of the
surrounding landscape, including the village. Far to the southwest
lay what looked like the edge of the New Sea. On either side, vast
mountains thrust up from the earth, like great walls protecting the
region. The flatter lands consisted only of forest. Virgin forest.
Massive trees and lush fields.
His suspicions confirmed, B'rak made his way swiftly down the
hill. He prayed Sith had obeyed his instructions and mobilized the
patrol. There was still a chance for victory if he had done so. At
the very least, the draconians would not be unprepared when the
elves made their move.
A trap. Even elves left signs of their existence other than a
single, tiny village. B'rak knew of the elaborate dwellings formed
from nature, knew of the cities created by the artistic race. A
population, though, must eat, and B'rak, a veteran of many battles,
knew that even the elves cultivated food and traded with their own
kind. Eliyah and his people, though, had no fields, no groves of
fruit-bearing trees, no cities coexisting with nature.
In short, the village existed only for the patrol's benefit. A lure.
Somehow, they had known his patrol would be coming. After that,
it was a matter of waiting.
The draconian cursed his blindness. Sorcery had to be involved.
Such colossal errors in judgment were not possible, at least not by
a veteran such as himself
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