Drek stumbled down the stairs, tired and irate, preparing
to scream at whoever was making such a racket. He was chagrined to find, rather
than a group of rowdy travelers, there was a pack of rough men hemming a narrow
elf in a wide semi-circle.
Despite their fierce appearance, the elf was resolute
rather than fearful. He raised his arms and shrugged his shoulders, freeing his
hands from the folds of his black robe. One of the men stepped forward, opening
his mouth to speak. He was interrupted by a blast of fire green witchfire from
the elf’s outstretched hand.
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