You remembered the smell of elves from when you were only 100 years old, you flew out to meet them. As you flew you could feel the eyes of the elves on you almost as soon as you started to descend.
"Hail Elves, I am Kihara protector of the clan Beantiv, what business do you have in these lands?" you asked of the elves
"Hail Kihara, I'm Renald, guide for the elvish clan Thrental, we are looking for the lost home of the elves." said one of the small elves in the traditional greeting between the two races.
Thinking back to what you knew of the elves religion and traditions you decided that it was a reasonable excuse for the elves to be so far from the lands they the humans and dwarfs shared searching for their fabled city of origins. you thought it was pure delusion to try to find a city that was billions of years old when the oldest living dragon was only two million ears old, it was silly no city could survive that long with no one caring for it.
"I'll have to report this to the elders, you're welcome to stay here until I return. Move any further and I cannot guarantee your safety from hunters." you said
"how long will you be gone?" asked one of the elves
"not more than a few hours. I'll be back before nights fall." you said taking off and turning east about 200 miles off from where the clan lodged.
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