Two more enemies charged into the storage room. Ravenna easily bested them with the short sword. She hazarded a look in the alley. The Greelve that escaped was talking to others of his ilk and more were arriving by the moment. She’d managed to handle them one or two at a time. Now they were organizing some attack. She was getting a bit tired. The elf ducked back into the storage shed and pushed a rack of dried plants in front of the door. She studied the wand. There were runes. Years ago, she saw runes of an old elfish dialect called Foreskorr on an ornate rod taken from a Greelve during a battle in Red Mountain. Was Foreskorr the native tongue of the Greelves?
She recalled the phrase that facilitated the use of the Red Mountain artifact. Perhaps it’d work again. She muttered, “Abe Linkin!” The wand felt warm. The phrase “Jams Mad Eye Son” appeared in her mind. She uttered the phrase. The wand seemed to meld with her hand. Commands in Foreskorr tongue appeared in her head. Many footsteps neared the battered door. Ravenna grasped the wand and uttered three phrases in the native tongue of the Vydaelians. The red-haired elf faded from sight. Pairs of Vydaelians poured through the door. The first pair had thick wooden shields before them. At least twenty rushed into the chamber. Ravenna had no difficulty slipping among them and exiting the storeroom. The alley was crowded with dozens of the greenish gray creatures, but Ravenna Nocerre slipped through them without being detected.
She slipped through the alley and made her way onto the pathway and proceeded along the seashore. She passed more buildings and many of the inhabitants. She observed green, grayish-green, yellow, snow-white, and multi hued citizens.
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