Emily and her companions were invited to stay at Sylvarium for the next few days so that the elven blacksmiths could create special armor sets for Jake and her. High Emperor Lacillor sent a messenger pigeon to Valenwood, intimating them about Emily’s stay. He then invited them to join them for supper.
“What about the divine weapon?” she inquired.
“It is buried in my father’s grave,” replied the elf.
“Oh, I am terribly sorry.”
“There is no need to be sorry for that old man. He just picked the wrong enemies. I will arrange for his grave to be dug up tomorrow morning.”
Emily was unsure what to say and eventually decided to inquire a bit more about the old emperor’s death. “So, how did your father die?”
“As he deserved to. The old elf succumbed to a death curse. That’s what you get for m
