"No elves this time," Fjora said as they regrouped outside the second village. "Everything else was the same. The temple, tunnels, and the strange memory."
"It's too clean." Ania sighed as she glanced at Bjorn and Skalr talking. "Everything we need to give us cause for flushing the elven religion out."
"You think Skalr's playing us?" Fjora asked.
"I'm not sure. At the least, I can believe his oath was real."
Ania chuckled when she saw the look of surprise on Fjora's face. "Exile confirmed it was real."
"So what's going on?"
"Perhaps we're just pawns in a game of gods." Ania sighed. "One thing I do know, we could still end up in a war with the elves."
"How do you figure?"
"Skalr swore an oath to protect Skardia. But what counts as a threat? If we run into peaceful elves, we can't let him start something. Keep an eye on Bjorn. He's getting too caught up in learning from Skalr."
