Chapter Eight
Cabal threw his head back and bellowed with laughter. Sarah couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him so amused. In an instant, his manner changed. He rose as a grimace of fury crossed his face. Slamming his mug against the table, he growled, “The dwarves are all dead. They vanished in the night over a hundred years ago. Your jest is an insult to the Elven way of life! We would have died fighting whatever evil vanquished their entire civilization if they had only reached out to us. Instead, their stubborn pride sent them to their death and contaminated the irrigation system of the Elven kingdom. It spread a decade of drought and famine across the land!”
Clarence rose from his seat. His face filled with shock. “You are an Elf?”
Cabal’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at the
