>>5409460“Are you ready?” he asks, more quietly.
You nod.
“The let these elves hear the approaching footfalls of a TRUE king,” he whispers.
The quip drawing a twitch of Jazkarmel’s ears and a disapproving sniff. Olu laughs again, and shrugs in half-apology. You pat him at the back, and flash Jazkarmel a toothy grin which, in its awkward mimicry, seems to amuse her anew and dismiss her annoyance.
Laughing, joking, supported by a true friend and surrounded by close companions, you enter the city of elves and begin a new chapter.
>THE END (for now) 