"What?" The old man said, visibly confused.
"How'd it go?" I winked.
He grinned back. This old guy really was something else. Brend frowned a little but he let us be.
"It's official. He allowed us to stay on board till they make port in Elicaane town. It's a port town north of Veneheim." The old man puffed his chest and looked mighty proud. I hated that side of him.
"Veneheim?" The name rhymed with Alfeime.
"It's the entry to elven territory, also known as the sacred forest of old." The old man didn't have his usual grin. He just looked a little desolate.
"I've had enough of forests and their sacredness." I didn't intend to say it out loud but it slipped out anyway. The old man only laughed in response. But it was kind of weird but I had to ask anyway. "How far is the capital from there?"
"About three days."
