CHAPTER 5
Gwen
Gwen was relieved when Aimil said they would wait until nightfall to escape. Her blistered feet were sore and she needed to rest. The guards opened the doors and a young elven girl entered, carrying a tray of fresh fruits, cheeses, a loaf of bread, and some wooden plates. Kirith played host and divvied up the food onto the plates, then handed them to Gwen and Aimil.
“Is this a snack?” Gwen asked.
“No. It’s dinner time here, and even prisoners get fed.”
“This is what elves eat for dinner? There’s no meat.” Gwen didn’t mind fruit and cheese, but she needed something more filling to sate her hunger.
“We don’t eat meat. Not unless there are no other options,” Kirith said.
“What? Why not?”
“We are one with the life forces around us, and we do not believe in taking another
