Danisan leapt forward at once. His silver blades flashed as he cut at monsters rising from the shadows. Fletcher couldn’t help but smile as the elf vaulted over a fallen tree and landed before him.
The elf pulled down the bottom half of his headscarf to reveal a narrow face covered with smooth, pallid scales. His black, catlike eyes roved over Fletcher and Roxanne. When he found no grievous injuries, he sheathed his swords and gathered them in his powerful arms.
“I don’t need to be carried,” Roxanne snapped, but her attempts to squirm out of Danisan’s vise-like grasp were feeble. The encounter with the demon had sapped her strength.
“We need to speak with Viran,” said Fletcher, snaking one arm around Danisan’s neck.
Danisan nodded and rose to his full height. He was massive, taller tha
