“How so?”
“It shortens his life span as a sprite,” the man, who looked remarkably like a teenage boy, replied evenly.
“Indeed, but because he is part shifter, there is a balancing out of things,” a female wood nymph chimed in.
“Are we here to discuss Vernon’s magic or the Luna’s plan to bring her father here?” one of the rogues on the witch’s table remarked irritably.
“Father, if they fail to break through our magic tonight, they will return with an army. Their number is small, but the others are not here yet. They will kill half our number before they stop their work,” the shifter who is always with Linkel remarked from his seat.
“We cannot trap them in an illusion; at least five of them will shatter it. We cannot release the rabid wolves; they will die needlessly, and if we let them
