Chapter Fourteen
New Life
Iadrawyn did her best not to fidget in her wooden seat. Its smooth surface seemed harder than usual for some reason. The lush air of the Meeting Glade felt heavy and still. Valanandir looked the picture of attentiveness beside her. His golden face was tilted toward their visitors with an expression of interest, framed by his long, white braids as he listened to the droning emissaries that had arrived from Belierumar and Dwarvenhome.
Although the humans had spread out with two new cities to the north—Nal Nungalid and Nal Huraseadro—Belierumar was still considered the ruling seat of their race. The bronze-skinned man they had sent looked much like any other, aside from his blond hair, which was unusual among his kind. Over the years, Iadrawyn found many of the em
