Feldard was more than a little awed by the grace and beauty of the elven maid. This was very disconcerting to the dwarf and he did his best to give the appearance of gruffness. He folded his arms and frowned deeply. “Aye, that we have. Where are your menfolk? Were they all taken by this ‘Rahib’?” Feldard spoke the name much like an insult. “How many in total are missing?”
The beautiful elf lit up with hope. She had started to think that all was lost, but now it appeared that there was a chance for the Elyan afterall.
“Thank you for coming to our aid. Illsundal’s blessings be upon you. Yes, all our men have been taken, nearly forty in all,” she answered.
At his first though when he saw the elf maid Miklos was somewhat relieved that his fears were proved unfounded. His second thought he dismissed as he felt his cheeks reddening he could not afford such distractions in his search of the arcane. Were he a lesser man he might have made a fool of himself.
“You were brave Mistress Rahasia to sent such a request and sign it. The Rahib by reputation is not a forgiving man. I am glad to see you alive. This meeting is indeed fortunate for we ourselves seek him and we are somewhat more robust in our dealings than most.” He left the details to her imagination. “Needless to say the the Rahib’s employer and denizen of the tower yonder,” he gestured toward Dentiata’s stronghold, “is no longer.”
More to himself he rambled, “The question remains; what are the the Rahib’s weaknesses and how can we exploit them to his undoing? Ahh but I am getting ahead of myself, I am Miklos a student of arcane arts. Feldard and Saeth you have met. Allow me to introduce the Halavist, Maruc and that chap on the horse is Nicolai whose talents are too numerous to mention. We are honorable folk who seek certain knowledge. With your experiences with the Rahib can you tell us if he has mentioned anything of the following.” Miklos withdrew his note paper. “Taymora, Nyx, Nithia, undeath, sacrifice, the Dread Night or the Sons of Night. Anything, however insignificant it may seem to you, may be useful.”
“I’m sorry, I have no knowledge of any of the matters you mention,” she said, shaking her head. “We Elyan are a reclusive and peaceful clan. We rarely travel far from our foresthome. So, you have been on the Rahib’s trail, then. I thought perhaps it was Brenir that had sent you. He left yesterday to seek help.”
At Rahasia’s mention of the young elf, Maruc shook his head sadly. “I am sorry to inform you that this young elf has been slain. Do you perhaps know his name or his family? He must be buried properly.” Maruc took a deep breath. “Please forgive this questioning at such short notice but time is of the essence. It has been revealed to me that the poor elf was pursued and slain by five individuals. These were chasing him from the direction of the village, but we have no proof that they came from the village. The attackers then fled toward the mountain.”
Tears fell down the elfmaiden’s cheek at the tragic news. She then saw the body that had been carried on the horse. “Oh Brenir!” She rushed to him. Two others joined her. They took the body off the horse and gently placed it upon the ground.
“As much as I dread the thought, I fear it was those of our own clan who did this to him,” she said tearfully. “They are under the Rahib’s spell. They know not what they do!”