Chapter 4
Aron watched the strange monster, unsure at first what it was and whether or not it posed a serious threat to him and Clay. Some fragment of memory, perhaps not even his, but drawn from the collective awareness of all Elven-kind, tickled in the back of his mind. Somewhere there would be knowledge of this creature and its ilk. Could he find it quickly enough to respond to the huge shaggy thing appropriately?
Behind him he heard Clay gasp. The towering gray hulk took one step and then another, closing on them. A long stride away, it halted again. At first, Aron felt only a deep vibration, but in seconds it turned into a bass telepathic voice.
::Well met, divine strangers. The shaman said you came, just as the prophecy predicted. I am most blessed to be the one to find you. Come
