"Oh please Jadae, don't lie to elves. They will only be more mad if they found out." Anuion said who had been biting his lip the whole time. ?We are here for the book of curing. Arething's mother over there is almost dying and needs it. And many creatures need its wisdom to continue living. It could serve much to the world. Unless used properly of course. During my travels I have seen many people in need of cure. The book of curing can help them and prevent a lot of grieve."
"Oh really? Who says that we are not using it to prefend a lot of grief out here?" Crystwen asked looking scrawny at the elf that was a head bigger than her.
"Surely the immortals in here have been able to learn the curings by heart considering that you can't get a lot of different deceases inside a cave. You have had a lot of time to learn a book that would have taken a lot of elves only a few years to master completely." Anuion said back sharply, but with a calm voice.
Arethin was looking as if he was expected to be impaled by something out of a wall. It was almost sure that the girl did not like a reply from an intruder in her own home. She had options enough and a lot of tools to dispose of them no questions asked. No one knew they where there except from the lady they bought the candles from. And the Jack's parents. But no one would dare to go into the cave since they had died trying. This girl controlled the entire situation.
"It is a nice blade you got there. Is it made in this cave?" Anuion asked changing the subject.
"Yes we have the proper means to produce weaponry." Crystwen said back, slightly less tense.
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