Daethaur smiled a wry little smile, though no one could see his features right. Despite his horrendously bad encounters with Elves in the past, these were quite kind. Perhaps it was that they were female. Any male Elf would have drawn a sword on him in a moment.
He sipped at the cider. It would seem scaldingly hot to most, but he enjoyed it. Not quite as strong as the last drink he had had.
Just then his new theory about Elven behavior was shattered. Daethaur looked over his shoulder, and saw a (relatively)young female elf shouting about Nahai. "You, my dear, are responsible for the murder of my father!"
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