“We need to keep the elves away from the wall,” Garrick said.
“What do you propose?”
That was a good question.
“Arrows have proven ineffective. Hitting the gray-skinned ones is like hitting a stone wall. I nearly dropped my sword when I struck one of them.”
He looked at his hand and flexed it. It was a little sore, but otherwise undamaged.
“Stone skin,” the woman said. Garrick and Rycroft turned to her. He had almost forgotten she was there.
“Excuse me?” Rycroft said.
“Stone skin,” the woman said again. “That’s what it’s called. Their ability to deflect your arrows with their skin. It’s a tattoo some of them have. It makes their skin like stone.”
“How do we get around it?” Rycroft asked.
“You don’t,” she answered.
“You did it,” Garrick pointed out. “You did something that changed
