“That is up to you,” Gloriana says. “You can run, and maybe he’ll leave us alone and chase you, or you can stay, fight and risk death.” She waves her hand toward the door, dismissing me. “It does not matter to me. We will fight and some will die and be lost to eternity, but I’ll not suffer the predations of a wizard on my people.”
The messenger grabbed me by the elbow and pulled me toward the door. “Come,” she says, “the Queen has spoken.” We left the Queen’s warm and cozy home for the dark, putrid village of the elves beneath the streets of man.