Damon nodded. He pulled out some poison but still left most of it inside. "It will take a couple of days for him to get better." He lied.
The old elf looked at Damon for a moment with amusement in his eyes. He then shook his head and started walking into the elven settlement again.
Damon then called over Kaelthorn and green eyes as well. A few elves rushed past them to pick up the unconscious Erelion and carry him deeper into the sanctuary, all of them giving Damon a nasty look.
Damon watched them for a second, his expression unreadable, then turned toward his companions. "Let's go," he said simply. Kaelthorn dipped his head respectfully. "As you command, my Lord."
The elven girl, on the other hand, seemed very restless.
The old elf paused to glance at her. Damon could have sworn that surprise flickered in the elf's gaze, but in the end, the old man acted as if nothing had happened.
