As we passed beneath the wall, I leaned over Fable's shoulder, trying to get a good look at the city. But I was blocked by another line of soldiers, a mixture of second and third-level warriors and rangers. Like our guards already, their armor and weapons were polished and gleaming, not a hair out of place. It brought the number of our escorts to over twenty.
"What are they watching for?" I asked quietly. "Why do they keep looking at us?"
Luxxa leaned in. "I'm afraid our presence isn't exactly welcome. Our camp is away on a peak overlooking the valley, but they still send rangers to subtly watch us."
A chill ran down my spine. The only reason the elves existed here at all was because of the sacrifices of the Lat Light Company. And yet they hadn't earned any trust? I'd brought an army that numbered close to the population of their entire city. What chance did I have?
