Daeve’s father stepped forward. “No!” He signaled to his men and the dwarves placed their weapons on the ground. “Grand Wizard Winterglass, I recognize you from past battles and I swear to you that we do not mean your people harm!”
“They lies!” shouted the goblin chieftain. “They be here to slaughter! They be here to-!”
The ancient elf waved his hand and the air around the goblin’s jaw solidified and tightened, forcing it shut. Daeve’s eyes widened. So this was his great grandfather in law? Power radiated from the elf as strong as any Daeve had seen. To think that the elf was in his declining years.
Winterglass sneered back at Daeve’s father. “I too recognize my enemy, Ritcherd Palebeard of the Stormguard. I know of your hatred for my people. I know of the many elves you have slaughtere
