“So, you used to live in this area. Fascinating. I know about your former tribe. Though it isn’t a pleasant story.”

I had hopes but felt no attachment to them. Anyone I cared about is long dead.

“Understandable. I know little about the time when you lived as an elf, only how it all ended. I met a descendant of a survivor who told me about how his tribe had fallen to an attack. A similar experience to Hagluin’s former tribe. It must have occurred around two generations ago. I have met the residents who live there now, and I never would have guessed what transpired.”

Meanwhile, Penelo was having a conversation of her own with a hunter about her home and the forest beyond it. After she described the older elf who tried to kill her, the faces of ma...

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