Henepa

The elves rode out from the Hall into the lands east, where the woods opened into a broad field and smoke arose above the oak trees, and coming to a halt, they gazed upon thatched roofs and neat, well-tended gardens with orderly fences. They had reached the bounds of the village of the small folk and were reluctant to come closer. Just as they were about to turn their horses and ride away, a voice cried out,

Henepa looked Tolbold straight in the eye, and waved a finger in front of his nose. “Tolbold Tatersfield, if even half of what yer told us that Lady and Lord said is true, yer would have known that the Estarfin was no demon from the start. You lads, walk around with yer eyes closed. Any one of us lasses would have told yer, him’s just protecting his Lady.” the tavern keep sighed and looked a bit wistful.