Arad, Roberta, and Gerald finally reached the forest house, seeing the workers hammer the fences around the large garden. "ARAD!" Aella jumped from a tree with her bow drawn, "Who's the two with you?" Her glares quickly shifted between Arad and Gerald.
"Calm down. Gerald needs a wheel fixed," Arad replied.
"The butcher of Sylvehime?" Aella pulled an arrow, "I'm not that patriotic, but that man spotted me hiding,"
Gerald looked away, "Sorry, it's just the old habits," He sighed.
"He's a retired knight," Arad looked at Aella.
"We elves live far longer than humans. He led several skirmishes and battles against the elves." She glared at Gerald, "When he got captured at Sylvehime, he escaped after murdering more than a hundred elves,"
"I said sorry about that," Gerald sighed, "You elves are the ones who attacked first. Why would you send a disease-filled ship to the capital?"
