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"He is out playing in the woods." Ilustriel said. "He should be back soon."
Starrbolt just laughed. "Playful as ever I see. Will he ever give up the adventuring spirit and settle
down?"
"Perhaps in a few decades," Ilustriel said as she smiled. She continued to mix the salve when a
commotion could be heard outside. Laughter filled the glade. The elves looked up to see an elf enter the
house, bearing no weaponry. A small elfling followed him in.
"Mommy, look what daddy did!" The small boy held up his hand to Ilustriel when he noticed the
company in the house.
The elfling's father stepped up to the visitors and said, "Vedui' melloneamin!"
"Quel undome, Lywnis!" responded Starrbolt.
"Vedui', Lywnis," Riklaun responded in turn. Nalynn sighed, clueless to the conversation.
"Hello, my name's Nalynn," she volunteered.
"Mae govannen, Nalynn.," Lywnis said and turned to the elfling.
"Endril, I'd like you to meet some of daddy's and mommy's friends. Everyone, this is our son,
Endril."
Riklaun says, "Ahh, named after a former captain of Tel'Mithrim?"
Ilustriel nods. "Yes, we just thought it'd be appropriate. Okay, the antidote for Brisid's ailment
won't be done until tonight, so if you'll wait an hour, dinner will be ready then. We're having...What did you
catch, honey?" she said, facing her husband.
"Um, I got a boar..."
"We're having poached boar tonight. It'll be fantastic!"
Brisid awoke as Ilustriel entered the dark room. He squinted as she created a small magical light.
"How're you doing, Brisid? I have something for you," holding out a vial filled with a black liquid.
"Oh, I've been better. What is that?" he asked.
"It's my own special healing potion," the moon elf responded.
Brisid looked at it the murky liquid skeptically but drank it, grimacing as it burned down his throat.
"It may not taste good, but it will do its job."
"If you say so."
"So, how're things with Tel'Mithrim?"
"The guild is doing well, but of course there're holes when you and Lywnis... eloped."
"Well, we didn't want a large ceremony, and we didn't think raising an elfling in Neverwinter, with
all its problems, would be a good idea.
"Agreed. The embroideries are beautiful," Brisid said, motioning to the many wall decorations,
barely visible in the dim light
"Thank you! Well, while Lywnis is doing, oh... what he does in the forest, and while I'm not
cooking, cleaning, taking care of Endril or tending to my garden, I embroider. This is one I'm working on,"
she responded, lifting a piece of cloth with the beginnings of a picture of a bow and arrow.
"Beautiful" Brisid repeated.
"I wish I had gotten to know you better before I left."
"Well, I had just joined. I was young and a little shy back then..."
Ilustriel nodded. "Well, I should let you sleep. I'll stay here for awhile to make sure you're okay."
"Thanks, Ilustriel," Brisid said as she took a seat near the door.
Silence filled the room and Brisid became drowsy. The last thing he saw before sleep claimed him
was Ilustriel gently tugging on her embroidery, trying to pull a stubborn knot through the dark cloth.
Chapter 21
As Tizer, Sheilandri and Dae Draug flew over the forest on Klack, Dae's giant eagle, they were
constantly watching for the glowing form of the Drow trotting through the woods. "He must think that he's
lost us... His pace has slowed." Sheilandri observed.
"Well that is best. Now maybe he will return to wherever it is he came from," Tizer responded.
From the back of the eagle, the three could see for miles and the landscape was aglow from the
light of the moon. A thin layer of mist covered the canopy of tree tops. It added to the aura of magic that
surrounded the forest of Neverwinter, but also helped to conceal the fugitive Drow.