Chapter Fifteen
The Messenger
“There is nothing new to report,” Falaron said with a shrug. Several months had passed since the emissary from Belierumar’s last visit. “The Lesser Men seem to be settling in, and have no interest in the activities beyond their self-imposed tribal borders. There has been the odd skirmish between them, but nothing else of note.”
An unbroken murmur of Elvish voices, mixed with the whisper of the breeze through the trees of the Meeting Glade told Valanandir that the rest of the audience held little interest in the behavior of the primitive humans who lived far beyond the borders of their wood. Hilgur listened in silence with an expression of polite interest on his bearded face.
“And none of them have been approached by Saviadro?” Iadrawyn asked as she leaned
