The humans glanced between them all, confusion thick in their faces. Savior in the caverns, prince in the trees, who was this man truly?
Lindarion stepped forward, his voice clear, unflinching. "I am Lindarion of Eldorath, son of Eldrin Sunblade, Prince of the High Court." His gaze swept the guards. "I claim passage for myself and those who follow me."
The guards exchanged a glance. One bowed immediately, his spear dipping low. The other hesitated, eyes flicking across the ragged humans, his mouth pressing into a thin line. But finally, he too lowered his weapon.
Tharion's voice cracked, breaking into the silence. "You… you are truly of Eldorath?"
Lindarion looked at him, crimson eyes steady. "Did you doubt it?"
Tharion dropped to one knee, his voice trembling with something like shame and relief both. "No, my prince. Forgive me. I did not recognize your face after so many years, but your blood speaks for itself."
