“We have searched the lore and found your claim with merit. Please, ask recompense,” Kaitas says.
Despite her utterly calm demeanor and poise, I know the danger’s not over yet. Ask for too much and I run the risk of getting myself branded a cutter-charlatan, after the humans who first negotiated humanity’s right to use the elven forests, and whose agreements subsequent generations of humanity simply ignored. Ask for too little and I imply that Sun Elf honor is worth very little.
I regret not bringing Raven along. She’s the expert in nonhuman cultures and genuinely seems to enjoy negotiations like this. But I can’t stall too much either, because then it might seem like I’m calculating just how much I can milk the Maerenar for. Did I mention I hate politics?
“I seek information, a divinat
