Groggy, sleep crusted eyes fluttered as Ethlyn awoke, only a little worse for wear. And the four of us did our best to mimic her, maintaining our 'daze' for another couple of minutes. It had to appear to the Elf that we were playing along in her sick game.
Now.
'So that concludes your tour,' Ethlyn commented with a broad smile. 'Are there any questions?'
'Where do we go from here?' Cali asked enqueue.
The Elf twitched as if every fibre of her being fought against my mind control, then she smiled harder, her porcelain skin threatening to crack. 'You've been granted special status; I've only ever seen this given once before, so use it wisely. You're free to go where you please, but might I make a suggestion?'
I tried not to look smug. 'We would be honoured.'
Another smile crossed her lips, this one more strained. 'If it's work you're after, I'd advise you to visit Skipp's Salvage Yard.'
