Day Thirteen and a Half
Dear Diary,
Eventually, I reach the lair of all things Elven High Council. Pinnacle ahoy. I’m led inside with an honor guard of fifty warriors.
The council chamber is packed for the occasion. Everyone is there, from Lazare and his trio of daughters… to Saita and Dare. I’m glad Poppa and Muti stayed home for this. Some things they just don’t need to see.
Lazare launches into a long speech. I try to pay attention, but for an elf, the guy has zero charisma. Here’s what I remember.
Lazare’s Big Anti-Calla Speech
One. According to Protector Bossy Elf, I am a bad, bad baddie. In fact, I’m the absolute worst creep since Dare’s older brother Reiver tried to kill Tristan while actually murdering Halcyon and then getting his terrible self dead. This part of the speech g
