“One moment, if you please, Elunwe,” Saelril said, a tight-lipped smile on her face. “I still think we take a chance on this elf,” she whispered in Tatharem’s ear. He had approached the two scholars as they stood discussing their plans on the cobblestoned street of the small fishing village, and to their surprise, boldly admitted that he had overheard their conversation and wished to help.
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Tatharem
