A good thing my weapon has a disguise. In case this was a trap, at least we'd have some sort of advantage. "He speaks the truth." Cassandra told the Wood Elf, hoping to vouch for Night Steel. "This Elf and I were rescued from Rock Creatures which dwell in the catacombs beneath the human city of Yarfell. She was injured during the battle, but she lives nonetheless." Please let him believe my story. "We'll see!" said the Wood Elf flatly. Whistling again, another of his kind appeared from the forest and walked over to the stretcher to check up on the person The Young Ones were carrying. But before he could touch their patient, his eyes went wide in shock and disbelief as he looked over to their leader and cried, "It is Meyaatha, Rill! It is Meyaatha Delstine, the King's ADOPTED DAUGHTER!!!"
"WHAT!?!" cried the Young Ones in surprise!
"Well, well, well," said Rill confidently, "This changes things quite a bit now doesn't it! I'm sure that the King will be more than interested in hearing your story about how you came into the company of his adopted daugther! So on your knees, Humans! You will be bound, blindfolded, and taken to the court of King Darkbrook, Lord of the Forest of Macul and Ruler of the Wood Elves that dwell there in!"
"Guys!?! Why do I get the impression that we've just jumped right out of the frying pan and into the fire!?!" asked Eric more than a little worried at these latest turn of events.
