"You are wood elves, am I correct?" Nicholas asked one of the elves who nodded at him.
"Yes, we are birthed by the forest, given life by it, and in turn, we nurture it, keep it protected and out of harm's way."
"I have come across your kind one before, in the lands of Isx'Mial, I even had the pleasure to see the High King of the wood tribe there."
"Isx'Mial, the holy forest?" One of the elves asked Nicholas who nodded at him.
"I was in the retinue of my lord who was meeting the king back then."
"That is far away, why are you here now?"
"Because of this guy, I need to help bring him back, and that took me far away from home, we are now making our way back, but as we said before, we got lost."
The elves led Nicholas, Lyle, and their servants through the forest, their footsteps silent on the soft forest floor. The trees seemed to part before them, as if guiding them on their way.
