The Elf entered the clearing, her palms facing me as she
slowly approached the fire.
“Are you the envoy?” she asked in a soft, high voice. I
nodded once, my hand still at my sword.
She crouched, picking up a small twig and tossing it into
the fire idly. “My people want this conflict to end, by any means.” she
whispered, as the smoke drifted across us both.
“Surrender then.” I told her.
She smiled. “Actually, we’d rather you just tell us
everything about your forces.”
“Why should I?”
“Because that was a truthstick I just tossed into the fire.”
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