Tyllmon looked at Ravenna.
Exeter looked into Ravenna.
Ravenna slowly moved her right thumb over the fingers of her
right hand and flashed a fiery glance at Tyllmon.
There was uneasy silence.
Tyllmon heard Exeter’s summation: “I detect no evil- she poses
no threat to you. Perhaps I only detected her lust for battle. She was
deceitful! She hid her skills of Magick. She has proven herself a
warrior.”
“There seems nothing more to accomplish here. We should
report to the priestess and the sorcerer- we should report everything
to them,” Tyllmon said seriously.
Ravenna smiled.
“Make sure you respect your elders, Prince of Donothor. I am
two hundred years your elder,” the elf taunted.
Tyllmon looked at her graceful form as she walked away. The
elfi sh chain mail armor could not hide her beauty. Ravenna appeared
as a maiden of eighteen. Her red hair blazed when she removed her
helm after the battle.
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