Harlon felt quite shadowed. Surrounded by warriors, captains, and other important people, he realised what he was, a fool. He glanced up at the man. This elf had seen mortals before, but long ago. Not a single weapon did Harlon own, for he was to young at the Last Alliance.
Desperatly he tried to keep a smile upon his face. Overwhelming sadness and fear slowly crept upon him. Harlon gulped.
"Who knows how many wild men are there. You fool, you won't last long out in the wild. All you have is your silly actions and cartwheels!" He thought. Harlon hoped The Lady wasn't reading his mind.
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