“I must ask all of you to remain still, and utterly silent,” he said when they had all gathered at his back. “Nymphs are a gentle and timid race.”
“Then why do we ask their help?” Erro said, and almost immediately bit his lip, wishing he hadn’t, as Zanthus looked at him.
Zanthus chuckled, a soft, rhythmic sound from deep in his chest. “Your questions are cutting, young man, but well placed. We ask their help for, though they are naturally peaceful, they possess the powers of the elements—earth, wind, water, and even fire, though there are no fire nymphs in thi...
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