Findir, however, declined without hesitation. His voice was determined, but his gaze softened as he explained that he and his companions could not risk such a detour. He feared the elf's village would not accept outsiders, and his group had other pressing matters to attend to. Though the elf's disappointment was apparent, he did not press further, respecting Findir's decision.
Changing the subject, Findir inquired about the nearest magic tower. His question caused the elf to pause, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. Though he seemed hesitant to speak, he eventually glanced back at the group of slaves, as though weighing what to say. Without addressing Findir's motives for such a query, he began to converse openly with the entire group, his tone conversational yet deliberate.
