“Thoughtful of you,” the leader said. “But I have already eaten.” He indicated another body on the ground behind him.
Lodariel bit her knuckles to hold back a choked sob. The drained corpse was Beliarani. Her second-in-command’s skin was chalky and bloodless.
“There is a camp not far from here with more elves,” the visitor from the fens said. “This one was their sentry. The others would be easy, sleeping prey.”
“Why didn’t you kill them yourself?” the leader demanded.
“There were five of them, and I was traveling alone. It is more than I could drink. I thought since your camp was nearby, I would share them with you.”
“We have already eliminated one group of elves wandering this area,” the leader said. “While the information there is another nearby intrigues me, your decision to kill t
