Rinurion frowned, hiding his surprise that the elf knew his name. Daegon? He was unsure who the elf was. It was not uncommon for them to know every single elf’s name, the woodland realm was a wide area to cover. But something in him told him to keep wary.
He saw the dead warg and noticed the girl sit up. "I do not know to whom of you I owe my life, but I am most deeply grateful."
He glanced quickly at her, but returned his gaze once more to the elf who called himself Daegon.
"You do not speak as one of the loremasters nor of the elven patrols known to me, but you seem to speak the truth. I can see the girl, I can see the warg, yet, I feel something isn't right here."
The other elves of his patrol stood with their bows ready as well. One of his companions asked him softly, “is something amiss here?”
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