Back in Bree, Avalong led her motley recruits to the Mess Hall to discuss the terms of their alliance with the Council of the Red Dragon. The Council seemed like a well-organized troupe of soldiers, dressed in respective hauberks and matching capes. Their leader held an heir of pride and respect as he introduced his elfin mate, who’s elegant beauty seemed to humble the rest of the elves of the Sworn Wanderers who had arrived in their normal traveling attire. Even Lefrinu felt out of place in the Council’s presence.
