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“Interesting,” Elnin said, sitting beside Anya and holding her hand in his.

For the first time, he noticed the person to whom the sword probably belonged. He inclined his head to him, then let his glance run through the inn, giving everyone a belated nod in return to their greetings.

“So,” he said, returning his glance to their table and biting on his lower lip, “is this war thing really serious?” He quickly turned to Anya. “I'm not saying I don't trust your visions love, but you know as well as I do that visions can have many meanings that might not be apparent.” He gave her hand a brief squeeze, then, asked his question again, letting it hang in the air. “So, do we have any proof of dark elves trying to have war?”