Crystwen sheathed a knife but keep one gripped loosely in her hand. The elf that spoke seemed like her, but there were some physical differences between them. Becoming reaware of her surroundings, she answered a question that was put forth to her.
"I am not alone here. There are others, I am called Crystwen, a captain of the soldiers that inhabit the mountain."
The stranger, even being and Elf still made Crystwen feel uneasy, she was after all, quite outmumbered. She'd probably be able to fight them off for awhile but in the end...
"I sitll know not the answer to my question as to why you have treaded the mountain's path."
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~~Your finger hired the crew?
~No, that's silly. The man who lives in my finger hired the crew, Mr. Bimbol.
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