The elves in camp now just called Matthew as Far, meaning shield in Elven. They've been in camp for 3 days now. Small parties and battalions went and came during those days. Faynn was barely a day in camp. After reporting her findings, she was sent away again.
It was night and Faralynn was dealing with politics. She was to be crowned duchess and declare her uncle a rebel to the rest of the kingdom. While the documents were being redacted to be sent to the king, the army was holding still.
Matthew found himself alone around a fire surrounded by elves who barely knew a word in English, but insisted on drinking with him.
"It's been a while, kid." He heard a feminine voice saying and looked up.
It took Matthew a while to recognize her. It was the female elf in green that tried to kidnap Fralynn with a group of other elves back in the Tower of the Dead.
"You." Matthew recognized, trying to remember her name.
"Pyrzan." She said with a smile and sat down beside him.
