He rose before the sun, shaken out of his disturbing dreams, and padded into the common room to get some water.
Danisan had returned. He was placing a bulky cloth package on the small table by the door.
“Morning,” Fletcher yawned.
The elf grunted a wordless response.
“What’s that?” Fletcher asked, nodding at the package.
“Clothes for your audience with the human king.”
“Oh.” Fletcher’s eyebrows shot up. “Wow. Where did they come from?”
“I overheard your concerns last night and relayed them to Lumina Taeleia. She agreed that you should all have appropriate attire for the meeting. Humans are foolish,” he added, “and kings are some of the most foolish. So we will fool King Stonestryker into being more agreeable by dressing you in fancy garments.”
Fletcher hid a small smile. It was no
