Shaithele 48/51
*translated from elven* “I thank you for your kindness, I was once among the nobility, but I have no place there now” Saithele visibly checked himself against saying more, and he cursed himself for letting that bit of information slip, his joy at conversing with another elf was eroding his guard, if it slipped much further he would be forced to leave to protect himself and his secrets. After taking a moment to regain his composure he continued
"You’ve been more than kind Kethotar, the minor aches of a bruised ego take longer to mend than my arm under your care. Dankorona and Kethotar then, Well met, I also hope we may continue as allies in this lightless realm. Pray tell who are these others? Despite the happy coincidence of arriving with Kethotar and the human, I know them not, nor do I know of them.
Dankorona, do you know who leads this group, before we can set out there are thigns that need to be established.
As he spoke his mind's eye wandered and he searched his heart for that which was most prescious, the connection to his love which had been suppressed by the magicks enforcing his exile, as usual however there was only emptiness in the place where he should have been able to see her milky face fraimed by silver hair streaked with gold. The image made his heart ache with longing, not only to see her, but to merely be allowed to sense her well being, a privelage granted by the elven marriage rituals, and perhaps the most harsh penalty of his exile, for he knew that her bond was similarly suppressed. The few times such a sentence had been ordered one or both parties of the marriage had withered away in anguish. But Elethias was determined that he would not share that fate, although his exile seemed an eternity, in time it would end, and he would be reunited with his love.
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