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. She looked as fragile as an icicle, yet her eyes
held the strength of its cousin, the frostreaver.
"I am Laurana, princess of the Qualinesti elves," she began, her
voice light, musical, enchanting. She introduced the rest of the
party, though I was so entranced by the sound of her voice that I
was only half aware of their names. But I knew Harald might ask
my counsel, so I forced myself to listen to her words.
There was another elf among them, a quiet, handsome
young man Laurana introduced as her brother. He said little,
but his eyes flashed with love every time he looked at his
sister.
There were three other men dressed like Derek, ob-
viously knights as well, though there the similarity ended.
The one named Aran, tall and red-haired, seemed easygoing
and affable, though it was only an impression- there was
nothing to laugh about in our encounter. Another, a quiet
one named Brian, exuded a subtle strength.
The fourth knight was more interesting than the rest,
mainly because he was not so easy to read. Laurana called
him Sturm. There was something unsettled and mysterious
about the knight with the double moustache. He stood tall
and proud, and honesty shone from his eyes. But
surrounded by people, he seemed oddly alone.
"We mean you no harm," Laurana continued. "We are
traveling from Tarsis to Icewall Castle on a mission vital to
the safety of Krynn."
Harald's chest stopped heaving with anger, but he
remained cautious
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