39 Philippe
The elves in the deep maroon robes swivel to look at them.
“Put me down please,” Shauna says quietly. So, he slowly bends and places her on her feet. She holds onto his elbow so she can balance with most of her weight on her good foot.
“Hello, human children,” one of the elves says in a deep booming voice that echoes off the walls.
Philippe bows low, mimicking how he had interacted with Amicus before getting to know the elf. “Hello. My name is Philippe Mattick, and this is Shauna Flynn.”
“We have heard of you Miss Flynn. Welcome, Aka Fritual.”
“Thank you,” she says, bowing her head. “Forgive me for not bowing lower, I have injured my foot, and fear that I would fall over if I were to bow to the respect you deserve.”
“We accept your apology,” one of the other elves says
