Elliot thought it was settled, that they’d done the thing, and there would be no more talk of skirmishes and battles. Until the trolls and the harpies, alarmed by all these alliances, made an alliance of their own. The harpies encroached on dwarf territory, and the dwarves called on their new allies. And it was happening again, as if everything they had struggled to accomplish had just been to give themselves an escape route that led around in a circle, right back to where they had been before. Right back to the looming nightmare of war.
In what delusional world does everyone get along and avoid conflict? Wake up and stop living in your dreams
