I handed Asher's letter to one of my carriers, who immediately sped off into the distance, towards Denril. Without wasting any more time, I turned towards my next destination—the Eldarf manor.
The clearing before the manor buzzed with restless energy as the Elves and Dwarves gathered the moment they spotted me. I hadn't even crossed the threshold when they descended upon me, their faces lit with barely contained excitement.
"Master, where's Sylvia?"
"Is she on a mission?"
"We want to go too!"
"Master, please, take us!"
Voices overlapped and rose in pitch, a chaotic chorus of youthful eagerness that made it almost impossible to tell who said what.
I let out a breath and clapped my hands together once, sharply.
"All right, be quiet!" I commanded.
Instantly, the noise died down. They straightened like trained soldiers, wide-eyed and expectant. I gestured for them to follow.
"Let's go inside and talk," I said. "Also, someone fetch the Dark Elves and your mentors."
