Only after the girls' wands, Morok's eyes, and Nalrond's own arrays and senses failed to detect any trace of deception did the fever leave him, allowing the Rezar to relax.
"Back when I arrived here, you told me that at first, you believed your Fringe had expanded and that only later your tribe understood it had merged with that of my people." Nalrond said.
"Exactly." Kimo nodded.
"Yet I don't understand what need you have of a second Fringe. I get that over time your tribe grew in numbers to the point of needing more land, but even taking into account the other villages, there is few of you and a lot of woods.
"Why didn't you move there?" Nalrond asked?
"Because that's the territory of the elves, brother. It's not wise to mess with them unless strictly necessary. They are a wise and powerful people, but after everything they went through, they would rather die than give up on a single centimeter of their land." Kimo replied.
