What's riffraff?" Celia asked as he packed his spy piece into his rucksack.
Hearing her question brought a thoughtful look came about the soldier's as he stood up and helped her do the same. The white loin cloth hanging between her legs caught momentarily on a bush and caused the Elf to stumble, but she was able to take a solid stance and yank the article free. Without further delay, the couple joined hands and stepped out into the clearing.
"Riffraff is a word we use where I come from... means something like unwanted persons," he answered as the guards noticed their emerging from the tree line. "And it's not something we want to appear to be."
His words barely connected in Celia's mind as the Elf suddenly felt as though her heart was pierced by a thousand needles. Hundreds of tree-stum
