“For one with such skills, I am surprised you have not been taught accordingly. I am no sage in such lores, though in our heritage such talents are quite common to certain levels,” The Dark Elf tilted his head to one side, considering the young half-elf in front of him. “Have you always lived among the humans? Were there no elven teachers to guide you?”
Hurrmph. She would have been more careful if she did. The young wolf said, a bit impatiently.
Rûdhchamion had been aware of the young girl’s fidgeting. He knew she would confront him with questions. She had mentioned that she lived in a human settlement, but surely there had been some teachers who would have taught her about elven lores.
“As I said before, caution is needed. It is possible, I believe that you could use your skills in scrying to aid us. But you have not the subtlety to do so, therefore risk exposing yourself to dangers. “
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