“What about the high elves?” I asked. “How did they do during Scolopendra’s attack?” Clint grunted. “Ain’t your mum ever tell you the story? Read you the poem? The high elves cowered, deep in their castle, protected by what they took. The elves came out of it smelling like water lilies. The bush elves were devastated, but the high elves had some magic that protected them. Something they’d stolen. Some say the bastards knew it was coming. Some say the whole thing was their fault in the first place. I wouldn’t be surprised.”
