The male who had opened her door had remained by the door, clearly suspecting the negotiations would be short, and closed the door behind her as she sat, blocking her eyes in the darkness of the litter as they seemed to glow, locking onto me with hatred unchecked. The male stepped down and barked an order at the slaves who stood miserably around the handles of the ornate and doubtlessly heavy litter.

The slaves bent and with great effort raised the litter and began the process of turning it and carrying it away.

The giants followed the litter and the wyverns took to the sky.

The shadow elf nobles began...