CHAPTER 3
Gwen
Gwen and Aimil marched wordlessly between the elven sentinels, their hands bound behind their backs with silken cord. Kirith wasn’t bound, but the leader of the sentinels kept a close eye on him. Gwen knew that they had been traveling along the border between Auleavell and Steepcross, but she hadn’t expected to stumble upon a group of elven soldiers, let alone their prince.
The Aspect of all the elves glowed green. Gwen remembered that Eradore had said that she would get accustomed to seeing them and he’d been right. It was there in the background, an incorporeal thing, but she didn’t really notice it unless she focused on it. Aimil’s was blue, like her own, and she unexpectedly remembered the dwarf from the attack on the outpost. His Aspect had been brown.
“Release them
