The last part of the journey went smoothly. Jake enjoyed the quiet and peacefulness, while Aisling regained her usual composure. Rifalen kept his distance, and Haynt just kept smiling all the way, his true thoughts a mystery.
In the space of an hour or two, Jake had visited over half of the city's districts. Including the Vampire district he had visited a few hours earlier, he had only four left, all of which were, with the exception of a few sub-clans, part of the enemy coalition.
The Dark Race District was both as Jake had imagined and yet different at the same time.
Just as he imagined because the Night Elves, despite their reputation, had the same penchant for aesthetics and harmony as the other elf species. Usadra's manor where Aisling's sister was kept hostage looked like any other elven palace of the legends, except that the stones, gildings and paintings tended towards cold and dark colors.
