Shadows Of The Heart
All told he was a mess of an ancient elf, dumped on the midden after the Council had used him for years.
“You old charmer,” Horann had smiled at the elf. “What are you called?”
“Jenaris,”the old elf had said. “Your name?”
“Sentara,” Horann lied with ease.
There was no need for the Council to know they had visited the place and the scholars and tutors they had been assigned to would have been disappointed at best, downright angry at worst.
“Sentara,” the old man repeated. “A beautiful name for a beautiful elf. I have to admit, your looks are unique, especially your eyes,” Jenaris had said.
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