Chapter 64
Shae walked through the elven encampment, her movements fluid and graceful, her eyes taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. She was dressed in fine elven clothing, soft leathers and shimmering silks, a stark contrast to the roughspun garments she vaguely remembered. The memory of her past life was a hazy fog, a series of disconnected images and emotions. Eldrin walked beside her, his presence a constant, reassuring presence. He spoke of the humans, his voice laced with a subtle venom, painting them as cruel, treacherous beings. He described their cities, built on greed and exploitation, their armies, driven by bloodlust and a thirst for power. "They fear our magic, Shae," he said, his voice low and resonant, his eyes gleaming with a calculated intensity. "They fear our connection to the
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