Several minutes passed. The prince sipped his tea and waited patiently as the other three conferred in silence. When the northern woodfolk came back into focus, they were regarding him with new respect. Tarkyn shot a wry glance at his bloodbrother who gave a wicked little grin in return.
“Did you really outface a ten foot tall wizard to save future generations of woodfolk from corruption?” asked Forest Wind.
“And did you and your friend fight off nine sorcerers just to protect a little boy?” asked Hooting Owl.
Tarkyn nodded, a slight frown appearing on his forehead. “But I thought you knew of these events.”
“We had heard of them,” replied Forest Wind, “but not in such detail. Ancient Oak has just replayed the events for us. Hearing about them was not the same as seeing them.”
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