The Kreen, felt the flesh bags come to a stop not far. Then 5 of them emerged from the trees. One dark skinned elf carried a 6-headed flail, one nothing at all, and the other 3 a variety of swords. The kreen could smell elven flesh on four of them. The two silver-haired ones had hardly any elvish scent compared to the dark skinned one and the young pale one. One of the silver-hairs stepped forward, looking angry,
"What are you doing in this forest, kreen?" Alaerth demanded of it. The thing had too many weapons for his liking, but at least it didn't appear to be hostile...yet.
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