The dark elf looked intently at the hooded figure. His face betraying not his abhorrence to the hooded – thing. He knew whatever it originally was, was no longer man or possibly elf. It was a violation of all natural laws… a being manipulated and twisted by something evil, turned into something that was never meant to be.
He sighed. “This is a strange and evil thing. They were like those that we have encountered before. Remember all you see here Anarya. Your liege lord may unravel the mystery in all this when you give him the details.”
Anarya, too, knelt by the figure to get a closer look. The face of whatever being it was turned her stomach into a knot. So horrible was the sight.
“What are they?” She asked in a hoarse whisper.
“I know not… wraiths? I am not quite sure, I have never seen one. Perhaps they are- were mortal… I cannot tell.” He whispered back to her. He searched the body further. It yielded nothing more. “Perhaps the strange elf, Mornavorion, would have shed some light in this matter. Alas, I could not question him.”
He turned to the young elf maiden. "Your thought on this, Anarya?"
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